Showing posts with label mitch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mitch. Show all posts

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Put Me In Your Suitcase.

After a long day working, it's always great to have friends make a dinner for you.


And, if they're extra nice, they'll put on a pot of chocolate fondue for dessert.


And, if they're the ones worth writing handwritten letters to, they'll put on movies with Cher and Nicolas Cage. And who cares if they fall asleep?


And if the next day you feel like Chipotle, good friends will drop everything they're doing (even if they've already eaten) to have a meal with you.



And, if they're particularly nice they'll let you smell their roses.


Bad friends, however, will never EVER take you on tours that come at the expense of people in horrible situations.


The good ones will sing you songs about scary theaters in Georgia, or throwing rocks at bums.


The good ones let you crash in the Greatest City In The World.


The good ones buy you taffy...


...and split humongous cupcakes with you.


The horrible ones dress like they just stepped out of a page of GQ Magazine, and make the poutiest faces in the world .


But, to be an equally as great a friend, you've gotta be kind when they don't quite act themselves. Everyone has a pumpkin of a day sometimes.


Sometimes you'll have to ride Splash Mountain, even if you know the water on that ride hates you.

You've gotta love 'em even if the cookies they make aren't exactly perfect. Nobody is. Except for Christ. And Torii Hunter.


Who knows? Maybe one day they'll even tell you your kisses are devastating, borderline dynamite.


If you think about it, nothing would be greater than to put them in your suitcase to share every moment with you.

And you know what? They'd probably even help you pack.

To my friends,

You're nothing short of amazing. Every day never ceases to amaze me. I look forward to every adventure. Kudos, and all that jazz. Let's go ghost hunting.

Your Friend,
Jason


















P.S. Bryan- You gotta get a hold of yourself man. Can't do things like this anymore, even if it is in Texas.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Soon, We'll Be In Walkers and Wheelchairs.

This past weekend we celebrated Erin's 23rd birthday and Mike's bachelor party. It's been such a long week, having these things back to back are starting to take it's toll on me. I've been operating on very few hours of sleep, I'm beginning to look like Vince Vaughn. Enough dilly dally. Let's get started.

Erin's dinner was at the swanky sushi bar Daimon's in Huntington Beach.



The beers were so colossal, they dwarfed Jen With One N.


And me, too!


Mitch trying her best to look amused with Andy...


Because Andy had to do what at least one person always does at a sushi bar.


We even got to watch parts of the Olympics. These runners were moving so fast it looked like they were in wheelchairs.


Bryan, getting all Hasidic Jew on us.


Big J and Amber Alert.


Birthday alert.


The Spread.


You can be Wet-Willied in a split second, just like I am here with Andy, so always be prepared. Notice how all time stops, except for me and my move.


Nick Jacobs says Brita filter, I say broomstick.


Rowdy.


As with every large gathering, there was a required loitering time outside of the restaurant. Usually it's where people plan their next move, maybe have a cigarette break.

We posed in prom photos.



I even went as far to propose to Andy, with Erin officiating of course. Or is she about to karate chop?


At which point Bryan objects, and tries to take down Andy.


Rejected. Andy, One. Bryan, Zero.


Erin aka E-Money aka Tropical Swiss aka Birthday Girl getting all out-of-body on us.


Off to the after party in Seal Beach- O'Malley's!


Here's Erin trying to convice Could-Kill-Me-In-One-Punch to let Amelia Badelia in because she forgot her ID, but to no avail. Big Bouncers, One. Sweet Talkers, Zero


Literally translates to "Happy 23rd Birthday, Erin. Love, Ireland".


And being that she is Irish, it's time for the Irish Car Bomb. Boom.


Everything was ok; up until Erin's cronies showed up. That's when things got turned up to 11. Enjoy the blur, courtesy of Bryan The Miner.









I think it's safe to say Andy fell in love.


Kate, probably daydreaming about John Mayer.


Our French import, Julian, aka JuJu, appreciating the deliciousness that is Smithwick's.


Bad Boys Club.


Just ask Ryan, it was that kind of night.


Cold blooded killaz. We'll rob you.


Directions. Open picture in new window. Right click, and save. Take file to FedEx Kinkos, make desired amount of photocopies. Draw dotted line around mouth area. Cut around dotted line. Pass to friends. Enjoy.


It's always nice to know that you're on a Tsunami Evac Route, right?


Long night, preceded by many and followed by a few more. Happy Birthday, Erin. Hope you remembered it, and enjoyed the bottle of mustard we left in your purse.

Quote of the night:
"Darkness is coming!" - Andy

Runner Up:
"Erin, I got you something, but I forgot it. It's in my car, back at home."
- Me
"Jas, that's what everyone told me." -Erin

Mike's party recap tomorrow. So tired. Must sleep to prevent Vince Vaughn eyebags.