Che's 40th Birthday

and then the blue note

Since it’s 6am, and I’m awake, I might as well blog these pictures. I lied, there’s one more post of drunk people, at Che’s birthday party. But they’re very well done drunk people.

Grammatical aside: does it annoy the hell out of anyone else when someone refers a blog post as just a ‘blog’? Blog isn’t just a post, it’s the collective noun for all those posts. Get it right, people.

And because I’m really bad about leaving tabs open and not hitting publish, it’s no longer 6am. At least my left arm is working right again. It was all weak earlier because someone slept on it wrong. Not sayin’ who, that’d be ungentlemanly.

first, the Hilo

Ah, what would life be without the Hilo, with its drag shows, strong drinks, and occasional free darts? More dignified? Less blurry? Who knows. I’ve definitely had some memorable nights there, and some nights I’d rather forget.

A bloggery aside: I’ve got this post, one more about the blue note, and then it’s all travel blogging for the next five weeks. Fun and adventure and really wild things. Also very few drunk people. Muslim country and all.

at the pool

This was the same Sunday, that same afternoon. Nice light, a lot of good action with people jumping into the pool. Also, high fives are always appropriate, even in mid air over the pool.