friday with bee

barbeque

This was the night I sorta karate chopped mark in the face. he was showing some Aikido-handshake thing, and I was like, “Try me,” and, well, I didn’t really mean to hit him, just kinda mime it, but fine motor control and lots of Optimator (beer) don’t mix.
Oh yeah: cutest kid ever.

The mill

Not the ‘Mills’, like I just mistyped and corrected. No, this is Rex’s home bar. And This is one big post, because there isn’t a natural break in them.

Sunday...

Was peaceful and really nice. A calm day with a good drunk at the right end of it. Also, got to hang out with:

And, even though you only see her knees/hands/arms, Victoria was there too.
And then I met (or re-met, depending on how drunk you have to be on a first meeting for it not to count) Jessica:

A good day. And I know I went and got these pictures up mad quick. Don’t get used to it.