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Somewhere in between stumbling into the room at bar close and trying not vomit last night,

I agreed to go folk dancing.




Drunk me hates sober me.

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So, it's picture time, as I was too busy this summer to actually share anything.

This photo is from a while ago, in Iowa.
I was telling Meghan something very important; I just don't remember what.

It may have been about bears.

I miss this girl, a lot.
She's in school in Amish country, and the fact that I even consider going out there to visit her should tell you how spectacular she is.


This was the night I celebrated my twenty-first with my family.

and attempting to trip my Da.

Meghan was there too, with gifts of a fruit blender and a sandwich.

If any of you ever wondered what ridiculous shit Russian royalty wore on their heads, look no further. They used to be part of a ballet costume from a performance, but they suit us just fine.



The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, and I might have actually went on Chat for some if it.

Before you hate on my computer, please register the fact that it is a Lenovo X60 tablet,
and is by default, so much cooler than yours.

There may be other pictures later, but they're somewhat compromising.