Thursday, September 6, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
What I got to celebrate.
Oh, and on the way back, I passed by Ivanka Trump.
She's tall. And gorgeous.
Fitting, no?
Brooklyversary.
It's been one full year since Erica and I jumped in that u-haul and drove recklessly into our New York lives.
And now we've got jobs, friends, loves, and in a couple of weeks: walls.
Happiness.
And now we've got jobs, friends, loves, and in a couple of weeks: walls.
Happiness.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Labor Day Weekend.
Relax, relax, relax.
Braided his hair on the train home.
Farewell bbq for the broseph. Season 3 of the Office for my dad. Red Sox games (no hitter!) and naps and sweet kisses.
Town "fair" included a frong jumping race. Not kidding.
The AC is wonderful, thank you.
Braided his hair on the train home.
Farewell bbq for the broseph. Season 3 of the Office for my dad. Red Sox games (no hitter!) and naps and sweet kisses.
Town "fair" included a frong jumping race. Not kidding.
The AC is wonderful, thank you.
Friday.
Got out of work early!!!
Stoked. Met up with him for lunch (and Maureen took the most awk picture of me ever) and then headed home to get ready for Monty Are I!
Show was great, as always. Epic & triumphant.
Met up with Jonah and Jesse and Neil at a Red Sox bar (oh hai) and I think we proved to Jonah that anyone could beat him up. Sorry for the bruises, yo.
Stoked. Met up with him for lunch (and Maureen took the most awk picture of me ever) and then headed home to get ready for Monty Are I!
Show was great, as always. Epic & triumphant.
Met up with Jonah and Jesse and Neil at a Red Sox bar (oh hai) and I think we proved to Jonah that anyone could beat him up. Sorry for the bruises, yo.
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