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Last Thursday while driving to the second passover seder at my parents house, there was a lady in a jeep behind me who was on methamphetamines at the time or wished she was on them. She was probably 30 somthing, had no teeth, was twitching, having tics, and looking around suspiciously while swerving. For some reason, it caused a disproportionate fear response in me.
In other news, Ian and I went to Vegas and I had a birthday. Both were very fun, but I took less pictures than I normally do. I've been less excited about many things. My dad says it's because I'm getting old. I think it may be the lamictil. I now have a "bucket list" of things to do before I turn 30, mostly composed of suggestions from my lovely party guests. I may or may not take the items on that list seriously, with priority given to the seriousness of the suggestion. For instance, "run a 5K" will be given a higher priority to "box a fart". Also, we can already check off the "unlearn math" action item.
Vegas!
Big kittez.
Big drinkez!
Paris was beautiful, and the buffet was tasty goodness. This is me playing with my mustache.
This belonged to some random dude on the street who let you hold his lizard for tips. Every man's dream.
This was Ian's very sad little shrimp at the all-you-can-eat sushi buffet.
I noticed there were a lot of advertisements and installations involving people with what I like to call "cock mouth". Here are examples.
In keeping with the sexually themed nature of all things Vegas:
Why don't you just call it "Clitoris Coffee"
These were actually very pretty
And now, fun spelling and grammatical choices.
Jennifer? Jenifer? Jeniffer?
*shakes fist angrily*
What would life be without Engrish?
I call this "Forbidden Love"
There was a fun aquarium. I can't even tell you where it was. The whole week was a blur of stuff. Well, and free booze and slot machines.
I spent an unreasonable amount of time taking pictures of Jellyfish. This one came out the best. They are great fun to watch squish around, all brainless and floaty.
Here was a restaurant that had walls made of goldfish.
Our hotel had a "Dealertainers" section. We had many vaguely unrecognizable impersonators lip sync while we wandered by. I don't think either of us ever gambled at our hotel.
This was a "I got this today for my 30th birthday" tattoo. I think it's quite nice. She also told me that I should be a photographer because I made her look pretty.
tacky vegas splendor in a nutshell.
A ceiling in the Venetian
Oh for cute.
Fun at parties.
This was a random Buddhist temple tucked away somewhere on the strip. I lit incense for Rob.
These were fun tree-people stilt walkers.
Tree people forming a strange topiary for the living statue girls.
Circus Circus acts. There's a really pathetic stage these people have to work with. Circus Circus always looks really dirty, and the rotating carousel bar from Fear and Loathing was closed. I was disappointed.
The night view from the Stratosphere after having delicious espresso martinis in the lounge
I was afraid of dying just standing up there, I'm glad I didn't try to go on the rides.
Ian and the Fremont Street Experience.
My favorite nickel slot machine was called "Hot Flashes"
Hogs and Heifers in downtown Vegas. I've got a fever.
Isn't that attractive.
Madam Tussauds!
Sick pimpin!
I wonder if people have to consent to being sculpted in wax so that their effigy can be pawed at by millions of drunk tourists.
Earl Grey, hot!
I spent quite a while giving Buffy hugs.Sarah Michelle Gellar is short. And newly pregnant.
Sadly I don't even know who this is. I just know I don't like the man.
Ian's no glass jaw!
poopin' with Tiger.
I am an ass.
Ian has an ass.
This one was taken for the Ian-mom's benefit. She loves old chubby Elvis.
We were made for each other.
Aaaand home again home again.
St. Patty's day!
Sports enthusiast!
Friendly holiday bar-goer with suspenders!
I called him "Happy Hands"
Happy Hands had man-love for Ian.
This upset all of us greatly.
Zev is feeling sassy lately.
I was born!
Cinnamon got me a scrabble journal that used letter tiles to say the same thing last year.
Jacquie has sushi excitement.
Tony plays with his food
Catherine came to visit and look adorable in various ways.
Next birthday dinner was at Jerusalems. It was tasty goodness and had a belly dancer.
Thems my ladies. Katie C is hiding behind the lady in the sequins.
These lemon drops damaged my soul.
Nick shows off his sausage fingers while Marshall gags in horror.
funz!
Remember denelian? Cursive is one step better. And everything is better with spanish exclamation points.
After-birthday, Chrissy, Jimmy, Ian, Andrew and I ended up at a college house party with a keg and a bunch of DJs. Here's to still having the energy to stay up until 4AM occasionally.
My dog is a weird and loveable dog who loves holding things in his mouth, being used as a pillow, and licking things.
Moar Bellydancing, this from Feast Month
Found art
My heart is made of concrete.
That is all for now. We are trying to move a chicken coop to our properties tonight at 10PM because we are mildly insane. Asking people to move things gives me stomach pains. I hope everyone is enjoying the springing of spring. Soon there will be backyard fun to enjoy, with the welcome addition of chicken hugging.
In other news, Ian and I went to Vegas and I had a birthday. Both were very fun, but I took less pictures than I normally do. I've been less excited about many things. My dad says it's because I'm getting old. I think it may be the lamictil. I now have a "bucket list" of things to do before I turn 30, mostly composed of suggestions from my lovely party guests. I may or may not take the items on that list seriously, with priority given to the seriousness of the suggestion. For instance, "run a 5K" will be given a higher priority to "box a fart". Also, we can already check off the "unlearn math" action item.
Vegas!
Big kittez.
Big drinkez!
Paris was beautiful, and the buffet was tasty goodness. This is me playing with my mustache.
This belonged to some random dude on the street who let you hold his lizard for tips. Every man's dream.
This was Ian's very sad little shrimp at the all-you-can-eat sushi buffet.
I noticed there were a lot of advertisements and installations involving people with what I like to call "cock mouth". Here are examples.
In keeping with the sexually themed nature of all things Vegas:
Why don't you just call it "Clitoris Coffee"
These were actually very pretty
And now, fun spelling and grammatical choices.
Jennifer? Jenifer? Jeniffer?
*shakes fist angrily*
What would life be without Engrish?
I call this "Forbidden Love"
There was a fun aquarium. I can't even tell you where it was. The whole week was a blur of stuff. Well, and free booze and slot machines.
I spent an unreasonable amount of time taking pictures of Jellyfish. This one came out the best. They are great fun to watch squish around, all brainless and floaty.
Here was a restaurant that had walls made of goldfish.
Our hotel had a "Dealertainers" section. We had many vaguely unrecognizable impersonators lip sync while we wandered by. I don't think either of us ever gambled at our hotel.
This was a "I got this today for my 30th birthday" tattoo. I think it's quite nice. She also told me that I should be a photographer because I made her look pretty.
tacky vegas splendor in a nutshell.
A ceiling in the Venetian
Oh for cute.
Fun at parties.
This was a random Buddhist temple tucked away somewhere on the strip. I lit incense for Rob.
These were fun tree-people stilt walkers.
Tree people forming a strange topiary for the living statue girls.
Circus Circus acts. There's a really pathetic stage these people have to work with. Circus Circus always looks really dirty, and the rotating carousel bar from Fear and Loathing was closed. I was disappointed.
The night view from the Stratosphere after having delicious espresso martinis in the lounge
I was afraid of dying just standing up there, I'm glad I didn't try to go on the rides.
Ian and the Fremont Street Experience.
My favorite nickel slot machine was called "Hot Flashes"
Hogs and Heifers in downtown Vegas. I've got a fever.
Isn't that attractive.
Madam Tussauds!
Sick pimpin!
I wonder if people have to consent to being sculpted in wax so that their effigy can be pawed at by millions of drunk tourists.
Earl Grey, hot!
I spent quite a while giving Buffy hugs.Sarah Michelle Gellar is short. And newly pregnant.
Sadly I don't even know who this is. I just know I don't like the man.
Ian's no glass jaw!
poopin' with Tiger.
I am an ass.
Ian has an ass.
This one was taken for the Ian-mom's benefit. She loves old chubby Elvis.
We were made for each other.
Aaaand home again home again.
St. Patty's day!
Sports enthusiast!
Friendly holiday bar-goer with suspenders!
I called him "Happy Hands"
Happy Hands had man-love for Ian.
This upset all of us greatly.
Zev is feeling sassy lately.
I was born!
Cinnamon got me a scrabble journal that used letter tiles to say the same thing last year.
Jacquie has sushi excitement.
Tony plays with his food
Catherine came to visit and look adorable in various ways.
Next birthday dinner was at Jerusalems. It was tasty goodness and had a belly dancer.
Thems my ladies. Katie C is hiding behind the lady in the sequins.
These lemon drops damaged my soul.
Nick shows off his sausage fingers while Marshall gags in horror.
funz!
Remember denelian? Cursive is one step better. And everything is better with spanish exclamation points.
After-birthday, Chrissy, Jimmy, Ian, Andrew and I ended up at a college house party with a keg and a bunch of DJs. Here's to still having the energy to stay up until 4AM occasionally.
My dog is a weird and loveable dog who loves holding things in his mouth, being used as a pillow, and licking things.
Moar Bellydancing, this from Feast Month
Found art
My heart is made of concrete.
That is all for now. We are trying to move a chicken coop to our properties tonight at 10PM because we are mildly insane. Asking people to move things gives me stomach pains. I hope everyone is enjoying the springing of spring. Soon there will be backyard fun to enjoy, with the welcome addition of chicken hugging.