This is what 26 looks like

(notes are on the Flickr page)

God I'm old.

Skanky Me

I'm over whoring myself out at Kevin's blog today. 

I've Lost All Shame

You knew this day would come. But honestly, if this doesn't make you love John Mayer...you're just a hater whose shriveled cold heart can't feel love anymore. True words.

The Madre

Every child thinks that their mother is the best in the world and I am surely no exception (although you wouldn't know it since I'm posting this a day late). I think I am a little different though in the things that come to mind when I think of how awesome my mom really is.

For example most people conjure up memories of sweet sixteen gifts or heart felt talks or maybe even lessons in tough love as proof that their mother is far and away the greatest person walking the face of the planet. Don't get me wrong, I've got lots of those memories too and each of them I hold dear. However, those don't really speak to the sheer coolness of my mom.

I remember the time she let me and my sister stay up "late" one night and watch the two hour premier of DuckTales the series and made us chocolate milk shakes with real chocolate ice cream (when you're five, that is a big freakin' deal).

I remember the summer we were living in Alaska while she was working at a Museum. One night we went to video store, but instead of going home she took us to the Museum's movie theater and I got to see Dune for the very first time on a giant screen (that was also the summer of The Jule of the Nile and Romancing the Stone...oh Kim Basinger...::sigh::).

I remember her buying me a giant role of blank news print paper that must have been as tall as I was (read: 4 ft at the time of this memory) and letting me unroll huge lengths of it on the kitchen floor so I could draw for hours.

I remember used Nike shoes, a road trip to Arizona, and million other things that would never end up in an Hallmark card, but that have stayed with me in my hardest times. I remember love. A love strong enough to see a lonely kid through some dark nights when he was missing his father. A love steady enough to keep a chubby adolescent from writing off the world around him despite bullies and unrequited crushes. A love compassionate enough to forgive a headstrong teenager who should have said 'thank you' more than he said 'that's not fair.'

I remember my mother who was and is everything I could hope to be as a parent and a friend.

TequilaCon '08: Late to the Party...As Usual

So it's like more than a week since TequilaCon and I'm just now getting around to posting. We can all feign shock and surprise, but lets be honest...you know this is how I roll. The nice thing about doing my recap so late is that I can see what everyone else left out of their recounts.

For instance I'm pretty sure that nobody wrote about how Jennie and Abigal spent half the night and $23 in singles convincing the "DJ" to play the music we wanted (Oasis, Styx, Seal, you know...the good shit). I say "DJ" because this guy was really just a dude with a lap top, some nasty hat hair, and an over-sized pair of head phones. Plus his gig is at a bowling alley...I'm gonna give that one a second to sink in. To Jennie and Abigal's credit, they managed to tolerate this guy and actually get him to play some cool stuff where as I would have eventually flogged him into submission with my sexy flare adorned lanyard.

I'm also pretty sure no one really commented at length on Kat's uncanny skill at Big Buck Hunter. I've never been so intimidated by someone holding a plastic bright green half sized shot gun shooting digital cow shit. Seriously though, it was like Natural Born Killers up in there.

I could go one, but it would just be delaying the inevitable. And what is this inevitable thing? Why me dancing drunk in a giant tequila bottle costume of course...





Seriously, TC '08 was a total blast ya'll. Special thanks to Dave2 for letting me shack up with him (again). To Vahid for letting me steal the covers. To Sandra for splitting a plate of sliders with me again (I smell a tradition forming). And a huge thank you to Jenny for keeping the dream alive - no one rocks a blog party like the mistress of curl. This one goes out to you....

TequilaCon '08

Still alive (although my liver can't claim the same). 

Pictures to come.

Videos to come.

Less hungover commentary to come.