BEERS AND INTERNET.

I had a couple in honor of Presidents day and woke up with a fifteen day travel confirmation to a tropical paradise sent to my email. Can't backout now.

POWER COUPLE.

This guy jumped, twirled, and dipped with the best of 'em for two hours with this girl at the 50th anniversary Christmas party for the Guggenheim. At first I thought he was a young gay kid with a mustache and his best girl-friend, showing off his Patrick Swayze moves. But then...half way into the party... I became so mesmerized in watching their movements that I declared in my head, "That is the coolest motherfucker I have ever seen in my life." It really is a shame I didn't get a picture of his white slip-ons.

HARRY DRUZD OF ENDLESS BOOGIE.

EARLY SESSION.

It's only when someone is visiting from California that they think it's a great idea to go skate at 7 am in a t-shirt when it's snowing out.

AS GOOD AS IT GETS.

THE MURDER SECTION.

I had the privilege of attending the Bears vs. Vikings game with my sister on the 28th of December. Explosive on all accounts, including a nice scuffle in the bathroom during halftime where no one could even throw any punches because they had so many layers on. And the Bears fucked it up in overtime too. Needless to say we were a happy bunch. People in the murder section have the best sense of fitting funny words together into a sentence, for example, "Yeah!!! Light his pussy-ass faggot face up!" This is normal screaming from each individual surrounding me. The little kid in front of me would look right up to his dad each time an assemblage of words similar to this occurred and his father would just say, "Don't repeat that." And you know for sure little Timmy went to the playground the next day after lunch and was all, "Yeah!!! Light his pussy-ass up motherfucker."

SUPER LATE NIGHT.

I didn't even notice any girls dancing at this party until I was leaving. Unbelievable. I shot one on my way out the door. Every mind seems oblivious to her movements and that dude in the bottom left is creeping me out, he followed me out the door and made me write down the make and model of my camera and just kept saying, "Wow, of my god, wow!"
I was like, "Dude, this piece of shit costs 40 bucks, just go fucking get one tomorrow," and then crushed a large bacon cheeseburger.