Gentleman's Jam

It took me a while to get this last roll of film used up. So it spans from the past week or so. Some of the photos didn't turn out how I expected them too and I could have used a faster shudder on some, but there are a few neat ones. I think, anyway.

I had been craving a cafe sort of sandwich and the only place we could think was Sue's. The Dip was actually closed. Erin Wellock made us this plastic wrap duckling/chicken bird. His head is currently seperated from his body on the floor of my car. Sorry Erin.

Two cops. The one on the right got chilli with cheese on top. Yuck. He's gonna be stinkin' up the patrol car later.

On our way out, I called Zach to see what he was up to. It just so happened that he and Ben where on their way to visit Scotty. So Lauren and I stuck around and shot shit... Literally.

It was a gay ol' time and Scotty made everyone laugh.

See how gay he is? Oh, Scotty.

He does make a mean cup uh joe, though.

Then, we rocked. We rocked like there was no tomorrow. We rocked 'til Zeus proclaimed on high, "I deem this basement, the sanctuary of rock legends"... or something.

Look at Ben. Rocking his little heart out.

Zach had a sandwich he was trying to finish throughout the night . You can see him tonguing the remains that still cling to his teeth.

This is the only photo I have from Kimmy's birthday bash. I think this is right after Chris hit himself in the nuts with that comet ball, thing. That's right, he hit himself in the nuts.

Next day at school.

The following night at Tarantula's.

Following the following night at Tarantula's. We got this owl along with some pumpkins the night before.

Aric. Drinking.

Kristin. Cleaning.

Celi. Arguing.

Everyone hustling and bustling. Not much else happened after this.

Oh, the panda hats.