When in Oz over Christmas we had a look into some items we had in storage from before we moved to Malaysia, and then the US, to see if there was anything we needed to get rid of. Much of the stuff we found absolutely did: one shopping bag full of approximately 30 pairs of socks (!!!), but a few things escaped the cull. For instance, this 1994 Marin Bobcat Trail mountain bike. ChroMo frame and fork, 26” wheels, 3×7 speed Shimano drivetrain (rust free!),
We’ve been in Houston for two and a half years (!!!) and we’ve never before been to the largest rodeo on planet earth. This changes in 2015. We have our season passes, and godammit, we’re going this year (but more on that in another post, y’know, after the Rodeo has happened.) For now, we’ve put ourselves in the mood by attending the World BBQ Championships, or rather, the disco that accompanies it. We did this a couple years back and had a great deal of fun despite discos, dancing, drinking, loud noises, and lasers being my least favourite things.
This is a picture of me hugging our brand new free BBQ grill. Here’s the recipe of how we got it: Attend our apartment’s block party Eat some free pizza Drink my first Dr. Pepper (also free) Chit chat to some people Accept a free raffle ticket Wait Have our ticket called and win a Starbucks voucher! Wait some more Have our ticket called and win an electric grill! Eat a free ice-cream …off to a good start in Texas!
This website captures exactly how I feel sometimes — it’s uncanny. Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table → Great example →
Yesterday marked Kelly and my first visit to the recently opened Hampshire Residence games room. The Games room looks more like a carpeted heroin shooting gallery than a games room; it’s rather large, oddly shaped with many mini areas or voids, has one ping pong table, two card tables, two unhung dart boards, no darts, and some left over ice-cream wrappers, but hey, we’ll take what we can get. It’s free! Kelly and I played some ping pong[1. Am I offending anyone — should I be calling it table tennis?]
Yes, that’s me in a home-made helicopter costume (yes, you can click for a larger version). Yes, that’s Joel next to me (the guy who printed the teeny stickers for these babies). Yes, of course, it was a dress up party. No, the theme was not look like an idiot (the theme was “what did you want to be when you grew up”. According to my parents, apparently, a helicopter). Yes, we all had fun. No, you’re not hallucinating because, yes, there’s a young girl flexing her bicep in the background.
It’s been a while coming, but remember Malaysian race day? Well, this is what apparently happened afterwards. (Tap for the large version). The drunken, mischievous cast of this photographic production, clockwise from bottom: Jonathan Mags Tori T-Jizzle Kelly G-Bizzle (yes, that G-Bizzle…) Anna (aka Carrots, aka Mrs. Johnston, aka A-Jizzle) Chrissy Dr, House (aka “Claire”) Anne-Marie Gavin Colin Joel Me Thanks to — I presume — the bar staff for taking this photo, and thanks to Tori for letting me show it to the world.
Y’all remember the double rainbow ? Well, I present to you: Double banana! (All the way) Pretty cool, huh? Well, you know what’s better than a double banana? A flippin’ triple banana! What does it mean?!?!
On the weekend, a group of 16 of us went to the races. Horse races. In Selangor, Malaysia. It was a great day (and a boozy night), so much so that as I type this two days later, Kelly and I still hungover. I can’t remember much after sundown, but I know this: Booze was drunk Money was lost I snapped some photos while I was still able. It looks like we had a whale of a time despite my dislike of the sport.