Pictures, Pictures, Pictures!!!

Everyone, Gather 'Round for PICTURES!!!!!!

My friend Ross has been hanging out with me, practically non stop, since we met two weeks ago...So I have a boat load of pictures of the fella, but he is definitely nice to look at, so i know the ladies and the fruity fellas will never complain.


FRIDAY NIGHT
Ross let me attempt giving him a pompadour. Which was quite the process with his curly hair...
I never managed to get a good pomp down right (didnt have the knowledge yet), but here are the results!

Can I also point out that he brought the shirt in the after picture? as in...he prepared to look a little rockabilly which is so silly.
It took ages to do this. Wash his hair, dry his hair, straighten that wild mane, and then slick it all back...and make it stay that way.




Ross playing the saw at open mike at Racer:


SATURDAY NIGHT
as you can see, Ross's hair overcame all the Murray's and popped back into place in less than 24 hours.


and he suffered further with my incessant photo taking:

I love this photo. Note the wine splatters....

SUNDAY NIGHT
this night either went undocumented, or simply did not occur....the second is what im going with.

MONDAY NIGHT
People kept telling us we "had a little something..." making motions on their face. We checked eachother out for eye goobies, or food bits in eachother's teeth...but we still dont know what they were talking about.





It was $1 slice day at Piccolo's, my favorite after hours ...or really..any hour..pizza place.
Ross likes salt on his pizza, he's from Indiana so I don't hold it against him.



My picture taking attracted one of the establishment's employees

A series of images were taken....various poses including kissy faces, ross propping her leg up with his arm, her making a measurement with her hands over his crotch with her tongue out, and so on, she was called away.

Upon her leaving I turned to Ross, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," he said.
"Do you know her?"
"What?! Thats the last thing I thought you were going to ask!! I thought you knew her!"

She returned and took some pictures of us together...we were still in shock but stepped up to the plate and she spoke in thick russian accent ramblings and burts of meows that we took to be instructions on how to pose.






Ross also played some video games.
And lost.
Observe his failure.




TUESDAY NIGHT
At the stroke of midnight was officially my birthday.
Ross took me to Hattie's Hat. It was tame. Afterall, it was a tuesday night. And then we went back to his friends place and they all played music in their "man den." Which i still think sounds pretty homosexually inclined.

WEDNESDAY- MY 21st BIRTHDAY
We woke up, rather hesitantly, in the "mad den" I was contorted uncomfortably on a small loveseat, ross on the floor...in his silly sweater, looking like a little kid.


I made fun of him, saying i was going to send this photo to "my people" (who dont exist) at American Apparel.


After we managed to get ourselves off our sore little behinds, Ross played me a very specific album that he had to search through a wall of records for, and it was a super sweet, obnoxious birthday song that cracked me up.

We then walked to this sushi place and i drank sake and had a super huge fried roll that was almost impossible to finish even though it tasted so good.

Then we went to the locks and at the entrance of the place, there was this little squirrell with NO tail.
AND I TOUCHED IT

(it was soft!!)

We moved on to the actual locks....and watch the water rise and fall, then we went to this little thing where we could see all the salmon swimming underwater, going upstream...and back...

then we went back into the sun, above ground, and watched as salmon were snatched up and tagged, and thrown back in the water.

Then...i dont remember what exactly we did the rest of the day.

Then night came.

WEDNESDAY NIGHT
We went to my potentially favorite bar in Ballard...there were Harley's out front and ridiculously beautiful classic cars too.


Skip ahead a few hours and this is how the night wound up:

On my 21st I did exactly what i was supposed to do i guess. I got shitty drunk, kissed everyone-strangers and friends alike, like i knew them for years, and danced, cried about nothing, and finally threw up.

And ross put up with all of it...and i was so mean to him, or so thats what everyone tells me--that i was so mean to him.

I apparently tried to sleep on metal stairs, and sidewalks..
At one point I rested my stomach on this cement pedestal/stool thing...like a turtle...and threw up, making weird moan/sigh/agony sounds.....




It was pretty funny.



OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BIG NEWS!!!!!!!!
SILVER SHAVED HER HEAD AGAIN!!!!!!!!

THE MOHAWK LIVES AND BREATHES ONCE MORE MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!
LET THE CELEBRATION RING!!!!!