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Broox’s St. Patrick’s Day Mustache Party

Thursday, March 23rd, 2006

I got off work early and met Mitch and Jamie at my house where we loaded our shit into my car and headed out to Iowa City to meet up with Jeffy. When we arrived in Iowa City Jeff sent us on ahead because he was waiting for Will to show up so he could go too. No problem, off to Des Moines. About an hour down the road I got a voicemail from Jeff saying that Will’s car broke down so he had to go pick him up in the opposite direction. I am glad we didn’t wait around for Will. We got to Derek’s house around 8:30 and saw that he had 3 pop kegs of Rock Bottom’s Beer there. Sweet. 5 gallons of light, 5 gallons of red, and 5 gallons of brown. From there it is a bit of a blur. I know we did a shot of Cuervo Black to get the ball rolling then we tackled the kegs. Mitch slammed my hand into the wall, we picked on “Brandon” to the point Broox told me to quit it, Broox lost and found his camera next to the Gamecube, Mitch fucked the back of Jamie’s head, we tried to have Ninja do a keg stand, (he wasn’t having that) and we had some fun in the garage. We even pulled off a multi-angle picture. Around 1 we decided to go to Stix, a bar down the road from Derek’s, for last call. I am pretty sure everyone who was there from Derek’s house was already pretty torn down; why not top it off by driving to the bar. It was within 2 miles so it wasn’t illegal. Once in the bar’s parking lot we were greeted by Derek. Once we got in, we had a couple drinks, watched Derek and Chuck dance to Kung-Fu Fighting, and had my camera put out like a fucking cigarette by Jeff. I dropped the camera, and Jeff thought it was a glass from the bar and proceeded to crush the life out of it. This is the last image it captured. It took 1,692 pictures before it’s demise. We went back to Broox’s after they kicked us out of Stix. We got back really fast due to little traffic and little to no common sense that time of night. All that was left of the beer was the red so Mitch tossed the “empties” into the yard and got kissably close to a sleeping Kari. After a few more beers, I passed out.

The rest of the pics.

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Tatter-Tot

Wednesday, March 8th, 2006

Friday, March 3rd 2006 I got my first tattoo. I had been throwing many ideas around for the past two or three years, but nothing really stuck. I think I was trying too hard to come up with something instead of just letting it come on its own. For those of you who know me well, know I have read comic books for a long time, and I probably will continue too until my eyes are as bad as my father’s. One of my favorites is Transmetropolitan. That is where the first idea came from. The main character is a journalist and wears an interesting pair of glasses that are also a camera. The right lens is a green rectangle and the left lens is a red circle. If you have been around me for more than an hour you would know that I love taking pictures. So on my computer, I opened up paint and threw the lenses on the screen. I kind of looked at them for a minute and thought that would make for a pretty simple and unique tattoo for my left shoulder blade. I also thought of another idea, and that was to put the scar that is around Herr Starr’s right eye in Preacher, on my right shoulder blade. So I drew that one up. The more I looked at them the more I liked the ideas, but they seemed too simple. I then thought about incorporating them together on my left shoulder as one tattoo. I drew that one out and that was that. Off to Sam’s! She took the ideas, and the pictures I printed for her and came up with this. I wanted to be able to see the scar a little behind the lens, and she pulled that off pretty well. I was really happy that she understood what I was going for. She tweaked it a bit by elongating the scar, and shifting the point of view perspective and I was more than happy with it when she sent me the final copy. So Friday Amanda and I went to Sam’s at 7 P.M. and I walked out around 9:30.

Here are all the pics in order, the last three are from today.

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Sean’s 22nd Birthday

Tuesday, March 7th, 2006

The night started off at Rascals. We played pool, Sean got his nose picked, and Brent shared a very funny story with me. After a short stint at Rascals, we went to The Carriage Haus for a few drinks. I managed to capture a pic of some dude undoubtedly saying “Fagedaboudit.” It was around 10:00 that I called Tom Satterly, the guy who sold me my Honda, to see what he was doing for the evening. He informed me that he quit at Lujack’s, and was at his new job, managing Tuxedos Show Club. He posed an interesting question, “Why don’t you guys come up here?” Well, a trip to the gas station and a short drive later, we arrived at Tuxedos. In most instances at the strip club, after you pay your hard earned dollar to the “entertainer,” she gladly smashes her boobs in your face. Well when that time came for Cliff, I believe he said to her, “How about the lips instead of the tits?” As if that were not bad enough, she asked him to repeat it, just in case she misheard him. Nope, even louder he repeated, “HOW ABOUT THE LIPS INSTEAD OF THE TITS?” The stripper was taken back by what was said to her, and then yelled to her in a very drunk manor. I do not agree with what he said, cause it’s gross, but C’MON…aren’t most strippers soulless temptresses of the night that are only animated by the beat of house music and cocaine? I thought they were all fucked up and dead inside, who knew? Anyways, she told Satterly and he had to say something to Cliff and that was all. Lindsay was drunk enough to not realize that a strip club is still a public place, and there are people who knew her in the room. Translation, her boobs came out a few times. Eventually word got around to the girls that it was Sean’s birthday…too bad for Sean. They put him on stage on all fours, ripped the waistband off his favorite boxers, took his belt off and whipped the shit out of him. I mean he got whipped on the ass, face, and back. She then pulled his pants down a tad for a quick suck and bite on his ass. That was the last bit of entertainment that the strip club had to offer, so we went back down to The Carriage Haus to finish the night out. Once there, we were sitting at a table when Ray Terhune walks up with a fresh beer in each hand, one for him, and one for his friend. After about ten minutes of explaining what he is going to be doing with his life he goes to leave. He has had a few swigs of his beer while telling his story and picks it up off the table and says to me, “Yours is more full, I gotta get back to my friends.” I replied, “Yes Ray this full beer is mine that I bought and brought over here.” He didn’t get it. Thanks for the beer Raybone. We are all pretty drunk and tired come 1:45. So much so, that Sean was only able to throw a Peace Up A-Towne Sideways. I hope Atlanta forgives you Sean. So we left The Carriage Haus and went back to Sean’s. Sean and I watched a bit of Family Guy and then I passed out.

The end.

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