So my friends threw me a surprise party last night which was one of the nicest things a group of people has ever done for me. Antes de la fiesta some of my closer friends and I hit up a Moroccan restaurant and had a five-course meal. Quite epic, to say the least. Anyway, here are some pictures of the party. Despite the photographic evidence, I didn't really have anything to drink (not my bag). The most incriminating picture was just too hard to resist -- if you read Achewood, you know the character I was immitating. Fantastically enough, the shirt is an Achewood shirt. The other picture in which I am featured next to a vaguelly passed out compadre of mine I am making that face for the camera -- I was not out of my nut being wild and crazy.
Me.
Me, ready to throw down.
Ironically, the face I'm making and the face my friend to the right of me is making are usually switched around.
Me and the people who were still around when this picture was taken. I wish everyone who was there over the course of the night were there to experience that moment of amazing picturesqueness, but oh well.
Edit: As for footbag I had a session Saturday where I wasn't very limber, which I hate doing. Once I warmed up, though, I worked throwing as many 5's midrun as I could. Not a lot of highlights, but I was doing well enough. I'm very happy that Miles will be kicking regularly once more.
