Objects of My Affection

I know it has been a while, but what do you want from me?

This one is pretty scattered for a plethora of reasons.

Getting robbed means I got blog rights, so here's the tail end of South America.

More old ass bones..




Over our last India lunch and beers, there were some foxy French girls. Where were they the whole time?



To the airport we went.

Just for futre reference, know that $12 will not get two people out of the airport. Getting your airport hustle on may sound like fun, but when you're drunk, broke and don't speak Spanish, it's not so cool. It costs $40 a head.

We got to hang out in Columbia just late enough and not long enough to get stamped in.





Then it was sleepy time because Tom's magic little pills were magic.
This is the part of the blog that would have been hillarious to document. I missed the flight because of bogus boarding passes and because I needed a latte. Bram missed the flight because he had narcotics grade cocaine all over his person and stuff. Funny? You bet.

One more of these..


And we're home.


Then it was my birthday...


Thanks for coming out, but the next time you come to a costume party, wear a costume. Also, the next time you are at a Smithfits party, don't turn on Andrew W.K. Fuck you Tyler


Not part of a costume..


The Pink Panther..


It might be time to retire the Sailor Suit. Apparently its charms have worn out.



But the remedy still works.



There was more to that party than my birthday, though somehow I only have photos of myself.

Skip passed Christmas where all I did was eat tomato basil Havarti, play my brother's XBox 360, drink too many wine spritzers and decide I cannot handle children. Oh, and I missed another flight.

Wreck premiere December 28th.


It was a pretty epic bro affair that should have been blogged more appropriately. I got hella drunk at any rate.

These brothers were there. Both epic dudes, one mom? Impossible.


And Jeremy was there with his hot friend Chantelle who I should have blogged.


But most importantly, this guy was there.


Then it was basically New Year's Eve, which is pretty impossible to get excited about. But it was okay. At least I looked okay after shaving that beard and stache combo.


After a better than expected dinner, we went to the Lyndsey's which was cool, then the Pyramid that looked like this..


There were lots of people that looked like this..


But it was passable because Tara was there..

And Scott was epic'ing, though he is not the champ.

And Sarah P was foxing it up for the out of towners..

And Lyndsey probably hates as much stuff as me.

And Mike was there to keep the chicks off me.


Then it was an overwhelmingly feined "Happy New Year's"


Then I took pictures of whatever other people were taking pictures of.







Then I probably acted like an ass for a while, as this picture will attest.


I guess we were pretty blorged..




So then we left because I would much rather be surrounded by this.



Than this.



Sorry the pictures are tiny, I have yet to master this new Flock thing. It's not like they are good anyway. I have to remember to get Barf on top of that one.

Also, sorry those last 2 are so disgusting..