March 28, 2005
22
Despite my best efforts, I turned 22 three days ago. At that time, I happened to be in Las Vegas. How I got there and what I did there is a tale of intrigue and suspense, but who wants that? Instead, I offer you pictures with which you can quietly judge me.
Our plotted course had us driving from Berkeley to Los Angeles to Las Vegas and then back to Berkeley with some fun and mischief scheduled in along the way. Aside from one detour off the highway for a communal outdoor bathroom break, we did alright.?test?
I can only imagine how Nathan’s left arm is contributing to Dae-Ho’s expression.
Crazy, evil, oblivious.
After Ricky’s brother finished painting the car, he posed exactly like I did for a picture. How dare he.
LA traffic, man.
Having seen and done completely everything there is to do in Los Angeles, we moved on to Las Vegas.
The sweet breeze of satisfaction.
Matt slips the cashier a Washington so the cashier will let him buy our alcohol despite clearly being underage.
Alcohol may or may not have had something to do with the next two pictures. I was too drunk to remember.
I wish I could say I took up smoking and this was my cigarette, but… I can’t.
I was determined to open the yellow ketchup bottle. We forgot to take pictures after I successfully opened it.
I had dove into these bushes the night before (as Nathan is reenacting). I am pointing to the cut I got from the incident.
My head is as big as the Bellagio. I am so great.
We sat by ethnic group at the Cheesecake Factory.
At the Celine Dion Store. No, I was not drunk.
They insisted on taking a picture with me because I was the first man to enter the store the entire day.
As badly as an explanation is needed for this, there just isn’t one.
Preparing for a sake bomb at PF Chang’s.
Preparing for launch.
Nathan’s bomb was a dud.
We sat by gender.
Oh, and I know sake bombs are a Japanese thing and we were at a “Chinese” restaurant, but who can pass up insulting two cultures with one stone?
We don’t look it, but we’re sapped physically, emotionally, and in Thomas’ case, sexually.
Slept like a baby—an unshaven, 6’3”, mentally-challenged baby with a towel on his head and chest.
How fascinating (the Zzyzx thing).
Nice job. I didn't notice any typos, but I'm also using bloodshot eyes and am really tired.
Looked fun! I'm glad to see you had a nice birthday. :)
I notice that I am not featured enough in this particular set. I also have perfect timing. Thanks for getting all of those stains on the ceiling of my basement, it took my parents several hours to scrub off that streak above the TV. That should thoroughly confuse anyone who bothers to read this comment. In conclusion, congratulations on being 22.
yooogii yoooggi. woo.