oh no he di--innnn't

man it seems like i haven't posted in forever. so much has happened in the past 36 hours. i think i'll recap with phrases

monday night (80's night @ brew station)
thrift store
cheer shorts
yacht hats
small shirts
headbands
fanny pack
drive up to 'in love with the 80s' by relient k
bouncers
group of smokers outside in utter awe
no one else dressed up
drivers license fell out of shoe
j and c instead of r and c, or c and c as tim clarified
getting the dance party started
scooter breakdance
girls dig outfits
guys wanted to kill us
jessica the surfer
'do you have a pen?' 'no.. don't you have a phone?' 'look at my shorts sweetheart...'
dj that honored my beastie boys request and actually knew how to scratch
the group of 3 men that told us which bar to go to afterwards. no thanks!
convincing person outside that we were a nationally recognized group hired to travel to different places and get people dancing at 80's nights and that tim was our manager
sleep.

tuesday
coach carter
tim, troy, josiah attempting to skimboard
taco bell
underoath lip sync in taco bell parking lot -- "just what are you so afraid of. what are you so afraid of... man?!"
morgan from richmond (we forgot to ask her if she was upset that coach carter canceled the freemont game)
tim's spaghetti dinner
walker
house
who's line
very scary dance party encore.



cool sweatshirt beach night
tiki torches
cool sand
guitar
brew
text messages
call of duty til 2am with josiah and troy-- 'i'm pretty sure you need to throw our guys a frag grenade to wake them up'
sleep.