These new MacBooks are the shiz… You can make vlogs (as well as horrifying photos). Meredith got one as well, so we’re totally tandem geeking.

So yeah I just turned thirty-one and you all are invited to my party. (I’ve seen my readership stats, so don’t worry, this won’t be super-huge). The deets: It is Tomorrow (Saturday), 3PM at the Cedar Court Appartments (google maps), Apartment 34. Bring your swimsuit and maybe a beer or two. Food is so going to be provided.

Love,
Brian

After a particularly grueling hip-hop show, Steph and I went to Hell to settle a foosball score. Are the shows getting less easier to endure because I have the perspective of my new job on the horizon? It ran late and (maybe due to the beers) I didn’t do so well.

Towards the end of the night a girl sidles up alongside me and says, “remember me?” A brief moment of awkwardness, but then out of nowhere I do! A couple of years ago I asked her out. The next night I was talking with a girl and getting clear signals that she was interested in me. So I ask for her phone number. “Ummm…,” she says, “I gave it to you last night.”

I walked Steph back to her place at Davie Circle (right through the spot where she was robbed gun-to-head style). I hadn’t been on that street in 10 years and it brought back a lot of memories. After seeing Steph safely to the house it was pretty late at that point so I ran back to the Cradle. At 3AM it was still sweltering.

Elliot pulls my arm behind my head and since I am fairly flexible in that area I make it look like my arm has been pulled out of socket.  ”It’s broken!” I exclaim.

“Stem cells can make broken bones grow back,” he returns, unworried.

Playing with Ellliot was probably the best part about seeing the Bulls with the rest of the Cradle.  It was mildly entertaining to hear Cameron and Tracy rip on some dude with a beatnik hat and wrestling shirt.  It was like junior high kind of ripping.  This guy wasn’t that far from us and our collective hearing damage probably makes us speak louder than we should.

Earlier on Monday Isa and I recorded a Dub version of “Kitty Cat School”.  That worked out really well… especially when Isa said (with Billy in earshot), “mom made me stop playing this song because she said it’s annoying.”