Fontenelle

There are three things I've always loved, but never understood - photography, music, and women.

You knew, you knew.

This took forever to get the singing just right.  Marty's inspirational words, "Sing better," got me over this obstacle of a song.  Fuck Sharon.

Pickle my tickle.

A new record of seventy-two beers was reached yesterday. It was helped by two factors. One, we had more people this time around. Second, we played Chandeliers.  This game was introduced to us in Lake Arrowhead, and it has been quite a hit.  A clever game which involves everyone, and it can also empty mulitple beers within minutes.  New faces were added to the mix yesterday, and this time it was held at Amy's house.  Burgers and sweet potato fries were served, hands were bitten by the pup, and a series of recklessness dancing and jokes ensued.  I got way too full way too early, mainly cause I dominated the first few games of Chandeliers, haha.

Duet for one.

To Whom It May Concern

Black Inches in Blonde Freaks.

This weekend blew by way too fast.  Lake Arrowhead was pretty, considering the luck that we stayed in an orgasmic house/cabin. The Mckee's vacation home was a surprise to most of us.  There were twelve of us in total, and the three stories of space was more than enough to facilitate the slumber party.  The view of the Lake was relaxing, especially when you have a two story balcony/loft.

Ping pong and Foosball tables, Xbox 360, and Direct TV kept us fully occupied during the times of recovery and recuperation. Good friends with lots of alcohol in a lake-view cabin for the weekend, good times.  Here are some of the much anticipated pictures.

By the way, taking these pictures while drunk and operating manual focus might be the hardest task in the world.