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Dear Mom,
I thought you might enjoy the enclosed photo. It was taken two weeks ago at a party down the street from my apartment. Cute, isn't he? He's also smart, successful, tall, and ten kinds of fun. Don't get your hopes up, though; he's just a little too young.
Peace out,
Your Youngest
P.S. Thanks for the gams.
Paul gets honorable mention in the unofficial LOLcats Minneapolis contest on MNSpeak, but I gotta say, Aaron is the winner:
Five things I miss about doing Chasing Windmills:
5. Johnny's jokes that none of us get
4. Cristina's adorable hangovers
2. Having an alter ego
1. "AGAIN!"
It went a little something like this:
No, that's not Mazatlan, it's Calhoun Beach. My cousin was working on a photo project that involved framing a shot to make a location look like someplace else, so he met me at the lake yesterday. I was chillaxin' on my beach blanket with my iPod and he came over to snap a few pictures. A little Photoshopping to get rid of the tree line, and voila! An ocean beach.
Just seeing this photo makes me feel better about:
a) being too busy with work for a spur of the moment trip to Miami Beach with a friend this weekend, and
2) Andrew Zimmern calling last week to tell me how incredible Vietnam was and how he kept thinking of me while he was there because:
i) he knows it's #2 on my list of travel destinations (#1: Apulia)
b) it's a vegetarian food lover's paradise
Σ) there's a bar there that I would apparently never want to leave once I walked in the door.
So there, take that.
Still in Style comes back around this fabulous Memorial Weekend, this time at Trocaderos. If you're looking for something sexy to do Saturday night you should definitely come find me at the event. I mean, come to the event.
Great local music, beautiful clothes, and hot models, it's the other spring fashion show you don't want to miss. And hey, 2-4-1 UV Vodka cocktails all evening.
A big thanks to Rock N' Roll Steve for sending this last night:
Yes, that's me over the urinal trough at Liquor Lyle's.
Alright, my photos are finally up from Geek Prom. Two big downers from the evening: the handwriting analyst didn't show up, and the St. Paul cops acted like total dicks and ruined the night for a lot of people. The Geek Prom streakers did their thing toward the end of the night and one of the cops thought it would be a great idea to pepper spray them. Except, of course, the pepper spray barely touched the streakers as they ran by, instead wafting all over the crowd. People were coughing and crying and some folks had to leave. Talk about excessive force. F**k the police.
Click on this photo of Patrick and me in my obscure Star Trek reference tee shirt (also note the canvas TNG book bag) to see the set:
Ross, Chuck/Lori, Jeremy, and Sharyn are all better photographers than me. Especially Sharyn.
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