Gallery Stroll May 2010

Adorable.

Mom face.

Best friends.

This is what it looks like when this guy tries to lie to me.
Speaking in Ebonics will give away being sauced every single time.
You forget I know you too well to fall for that one.
Alright?

Cutest couple that is not together in real life.

Thanks for holding my purchase Megs.

Remember the time when it looked like I was dating my brother?

Turns out I was not touching his leg romantically like the photo may imply.

DISGUSTING guys.

......and yes, I am still pretty sure we were adopted.

These gentlemen can make me laugh all the live long day.

Congratulations on the film festival success this year.

After my bike wreck I fell off the planet.

I did not feel like hanging out with anyone.

Life transitioning I suppose.

It was great down time but I missed my friends.

I realized that when they were standing across the street.

Reunion.

I found this picture.

Creepy.

No more "I haven't seen you in four months" hugs for you.

You can still make breakfast for me though and lecture me about my life.

You just became a creepy Dad.

One of the best friends I will ever have.

Can we talk about you being a picture ruiner with that face?

Epic fail.

They really wanted to go and look at sidewalk chalk art.

I was taking too long being Chatty Cathy.

Oopsie.

Let's go already faces.

Most excellent.

These two have been there for me in some of my darkest moments, especially lately.

If you have not met them yet you should.

Incredible alert.

She was perplexed and not really happy about this doughy triangle.

"Is what I am eating pita bread or pizza bread?"

She is like a child in a restaurant.

It makes me laugh every single time.

I once told her to stop being so picky and just order already.

Such a jerk with a big mouth.

Add my intensity to that and it is a recipe for disaster.

It did not go over so well.

She knows my heart and that it was not meant mean.

So.

She forgave me because she is a rad friend like that.

Now we laugh about it.

In fact, I recieved the following text from her a few nights ago when making dinner plans:

"What just happened? Did I fall into a trap where you say a restaurant and I prove that I am picky?"

You want to be on her text list. You will die laughing.

I am going to start a blog that called,

"SHIT Neon Spandex says."

Wait.

Or maybe it should be "SHIT we both say" because we are just that funny.