Spring Break '06 in 13 pictures, bitches!
Gabe doesn't seem to grasp the "make a funny face" part, says Hannah, who is looking particularly good here. We are passing the time from Memphis to San Fran by taking pictures. The stewardess thought my flash was lightning.
Post-Ghiradelli Sundae tree climbing. I think this picture belongs in some sort of catalog for dirty clothes or maybe a Sisterandbrotherhood of the Traveling Pants ad. Hannah is laughing because Marcy, who went on the trip with us, said that girls can't climb trees. So Hannah climbed this tree.
We ate at iHop a lot. And by a lot I mean daily. And it was delicious. Forget everything you know about iHop and pack your bags and head to the iHop on Columbus Ave. in San Francisco and get the quick 2 egg combo, sub pancakes for toast and I promise you will not be disappointed. I just realized I wrote IHOP like it was a Macintosh product, like iTunes or iPhoto. iHop. Oh man. That's funny.
Hannah serving time for tax evasion in Alcatraz.
No livejournal post is complete without a picture of Thad and Travis sharing headphones in front of a now defunct federal penitentiary.
The New Garden Friends Meeting High School Young Friends. Or NGFMHYSF, if you will. Thomas McDonald looks mostly awesome not at all.
All that matters here is Travis's butt.
Some boys and a big hill and lots of rain. The hill is just as steep down as it looks going up on the other side. We were soaked. Gabriel carried that poster all over town. That's all here.
It rained some more. We are standing inside a tree. I look ridiculous. It rained some more.
We went to the Pacific Ocean and it looked like the Atlantic but greyer and rockier. But the mountains behind it, they were about as green as green could be.
The water was really cold.
We played a lot of pool. I am not good at pool. I like the table of old ladies in the Holiday Inn bar at 11:15 in this picture.
See first picture. Let it be noted that that string cheese was the foulest shit ever, and that Sargento does it better.
That's my spring break. How was yours?