the suitcase straddle

sweet new moves as demonstrated by the lovely Amelia (last name non-disclosed for privacy reasons) at Spencer MacKenzie's Block Party...radio flyer + stacked suitcases + cute girl + rodeo cowboy pose = amazing!

damn girl!

Fair Fun House Fail

We went to the fair last week to see the Beach Boys!! So pumped - Hawaiian shirts, prepartying in the shuttle bus...probably annoying the shit out of the families in the front of the bus - oh ya! we were in the back.

After dancing to the Beach Boys, perving on underage girls with Michaela and a lovely Ferris Wheel ride, we had to hit up a Fun House. We laid seige to one with a rotating cylinder at the end. We talked Ross into pressing against the sides to go upside down...

yaaaaaaa!!!

ouch!

Ross, you're still my hero...especially since you had the dad outfit on.

Guinessing

the new planking

Santa Cruz Island Fly By

I was lucky enough to get out and see the the islands, at least Santa Cruz, from a plane. It was actually my lovely mother's birthday, and I have long since replaced mere gifts with adventures. This year I took her to Santa Rosa Island on a plane. It was great hanging out on the island and hiking through the Torrey Pines, but the plane ride was the best part...here's why:

potato harbor

forney's cove & isthmus

willow's

coches prietos and albert's

yellow banks and smuggler's

Thanks mom for everything. I hope you had a lovely time...next year I'll take you to the moon.

Ross's Saturday Night Masterpiece

dont let those scraps or leftovers go to waste

Sickest SB Weasel!!

It could be the bright green.

It could be the sweet rims.

It could be the cute tatted girl.

...but I think its the beer can left on the hood.

We lost a good friend this weekend...

You brought flavor and spunk to so many lives. In their time of need, you were able to help those on the brink of sleep deprivation or those with an extreme lack of sobriety. When I held you in my hands, my fingers wrapped around your handle for the last time, I felt your intentions so pure and simple...that's when you fell, committing suicide on Jimmy's floor - sacrificing a fresh cup of venetian dark roast so as to 'go out with a bang.' As I looked down at my feet, your broken body scattered between caffeinated splatter with part of your handle still clenched between white knuckles, all I could think was 'we had a good run...a good run, indeed.' Farewell Gourmet Ground...rest in peace.