NOT FOND OF ASKIN

you know when you really hate a band, but a song of theirs reminds you of a fun time so you kinda give it a chance and end up listening to it far more than you should, and ultimately end up really liking the song and thus really loathing yourself? yeah, thats me and "naive" by the kooks. man i hate that band. but dang do i really kinda like that song. im gonna hope that the only reason i like it is because it makes me think of kimmerley and david the playboy trying to explain why the accent is put on and therefore entirely retardo.

that said, lets recap my week. starting with sunday. casa de ultramidge. not sure which is the chicken and which is the egg here, but it was johnny from kill hannahs birthday and coincidentally they were playing acoustic in sarahs living room. before anyone paid attention to the notion of a free, intimate, rare acoustic set with everyones favorite gothy midwesterners, we had to play with the dogs. duh.

here matt becomes acquainted with monk (dont really know whos cuter):



ellen and michael fight for camera time with piper and monkster:



ok enough animals (though, to be honest they spent the entire set running around and being so damn cute, KH had to work extra hard to gain our admiration. they did though. kudos to them).

this is what it looks like to have a band play a show in your living room:



after they played a few songs, it was time to turn the gathering into a birthday fete. here is handsome greg lighting candles for his bandmate:



and here is the lovely johnny blowing out said candles. blow, johnny blow!



people started getting good and drunk on cupcakes and smiles and therefore, it was time to break out the..... BOARD GAMES!!!! HOLLUR!!!! yeah thats right. we sent the rockstars on their way and assembled the greatest teams of intoxicated amazingness (FEET FEET VAGINA FEET! QUEER GAY FEATHERS! INCREDIBLE HUMDINGERS!). here is captain brian demonstrating how to play cranium to the masses. what you cannot see in this picture is that jenny is very very very very ninth grade drunk:



piper was not amused:



so that was sunday. we played cranium til 3 am and i have no recollection of getting home but its a good thing i did, because monday night was the big return to shea for my new york mets in which they planned on clinching their division after deliberately losing the series in pittsburgh. my old coworker dave invited me to join him and his two buddies adam and josh in checking out david wrights cute, cute tush. scenes from shea:





i really like the mets cap visible in the above photo. i know its blurry, mets logo bud lights will do that to your camera hand, but i like the effect of the logo versus the crowd. here is me and dave getting super stoked after cliff floyd made the final out:



yeah. thats stoked. and you know what was funny? THE HAPPY RECAP!!!! hahahahaha:



the happy recap! amazing. we stuck around for a bit watching the postgame footage broadcast on the jumbotron before heading home. because my usual mets date alex was not involved in this excursion i did not make any ill-informed ebay purchases. thanks cobra starship for being in philly that night! the rest of the week was kinda anticlimactic after all that excitement. i mean, id say loads about the bands that played annex for us last night (thank you sugar report and blacklist, and thanks most of all to mohair for being so fucking nice and understanding - no band should ever go on after 2 am!), but alas i spent the night on a happy cocktail of xanax and dayquil and am pretty sure i dont remember a damn thing clearly.

now its time to repent... happy new year to all my brethren!