Six Flags/Bye, Bye Dikkie

Mike Dikk is moving back to CT, and while thats not cause to celebrate, per se, it's a good a reason as any to go to Six Flags for FrightFest. I didn't take as many pictures as I would have liked, but at least I remembered to bring my camera for once.

We had fifteen or twenty minutes to kill in the parking lot as our car got there first, which was, of course, plenty of time for Greg to curl up and fall asleep. I'll never get used to that bizarre preschool/prison/fetal position he sleeps in, with his hands tucked between his legs.


Six Flags is always 75% sitting around and waiting to do shit, and 25% doing shit. The actual ratio is probably even worse than that, but I'll pretend its not. So here are some sitting around doing nothing pictures.


(Sidenote: I'm a moron and forgot to take my hat off on the Mind Eraser, the first roller coaster we went on, and I promptly lost it, which is why my ridiculous not-quite-long-yet but still-awkwardly-long hair is all over these pictures. I'm sure no one else cares, but I hate this in between stage when I grow my hair out. I mean...SPORTS. FISTFIGHTING. WHISKEY. TITS.)

Anyway.


Greg was pretty let down by the guy running this. "Let's ask that motherfucker the last time he was in the Rainforest."

Oddly enough, Dave was even less excited. But Glenn is excited/Asian enough for the both of them.

Speaking of which--

Before Asianizing:

After Asianizing! (Even though Dave is doing the Victory thing instead.)

Oh and we actually went on rides some of the time.



I think I'm supposed to be blowing Dave in this one.

And this time it was Greg, but it just looks like some HAWDCAWH DOODS and a weirdo squatting on the ground.

This is a nice little "end of the day" photo.


Despite not finding Chili's on the way home, it was a REALLY NICE DAY.

Street Hockey, Not Street Beef

Group Shot, then a bunch of "action shots" of yours truly. Playing on 2 hours sleep after working a 15 hour day, not exactly my best stuff. Somewhat made up for by a better performance in the fall tourney, should have pictures of that soon. Man, I really miss hockey.

I Spend Too Much Time At Work.

So I get bored, and do things like take pictures of dumb shit like my breakfast and the kitchen.

This picture rules because a) it's my favorite breakfast (vegan waffles w/ fresh raspberries and fancy schmancy pure maple syrup) and b) you can clearly see/read my coffee mug. That mug is not only my favorite mug ever, but also shows exactly what I want out of my professional life. Yeah.

This is the kitchen. I do most of the shopping so I stock it with all sorts of vegan horseshit, and for some reason no one complains. Probably due to the obscene amount of non-vegan food as well.

And morning breakfast. We used to have these nice wooden baskets that my secret fruity homemaker side really enjoyed using but some jackass threw them out. So the presentation isn't what I'd like, but such is life.
A few weeks ago we had to deal with the San Gennaro festival taking over the block. Italian jokes aside, it blew because it made getting stuff to and from set a huge pain in the ass. I used to really enjoy SG because it was something free to do, and the chance of having some unintentionally hilarious moments was always high, but after having to work through it, I've come to hate it.

So this guy was rapping about Cannoli's. Why, you ask? Well....
Because there was a Cannoli eating contest, of course. There are few things that are more revolting to me than Cannolis, so this was a particularly disgusting spectacle.


This is a bittersweet post because it's in a small part about things I like about work (waffles) but I just found out I'm going to be here until 2am, making this an awesome 16 hour day. SWEET.

Bear Lake Round Two (Jerkass Friends)

Last weekend I went out to Bear Lake with Tony D, Tony Fed, Marisa, Nick, Lauren and Steve to spend the weekend and close down the house for the winter. It was awesome, great weather, good times, good dudes/lady-dudes. For a longer explanation of what my deal with Bear Lake is, see the post below this one. But onward:

The beach.
These next two are totally out of the chronology, but how sweet is Steve's "yeah, I'm drunk, so what" face:

First on the water:


And then exactly the same on land. What a guy.

Quality action shots of yours truly gunning a tight fahkin spiral downfield to Steve, taken by Tony D. And I don't know if it's just because he was high as shit, but he seriously took 70+ pictures of me throwing and catching a football, which I edited down to the following three.



And the action photographer himself about to catch a bomb.

Chilllllaxing on the porch.



Sunset boatride...look at that lazy fuck Steve, getting nautically-chauffeured around. Oh and even though I was the only one rowing a boat with 4 people in it, I won the race back against a canoe with TWO paddlers and only one passenger. Pretty impressive, I know.







The carnivore scum made bacon wrapped steaks. But the grill was wayyyyy too hot and the bacon got scorched really quickly, hence all the smoke. My tofu pups were fine, of course.







I love this picture.

Capped the night off with a fire on the beach. The last few pictures are due to my getting drunk and mesmerized by the way the camera turned the flames purple.





Even though the weekend didn't end here, the pictures do, because I was busy and forgot to take any the last day. I really regret not taking any pictures of the closing down process, but I'm even more bummed that I forgot to take the traditional picture on the front steps right before departure. Next time.