red, white, and woo hoo!

july 3rd was potentially the longest day of my life. time at the studio had never seemed to drag on so much before. espresso made an effort to aid, but failed. we got on the road about 30 minutes late ... only to get stuck in one of the worst downpours i've ever been in a car for. lovely. but we knew there was wine, fish tacos, and jensen/nagan/lewis/sigmeth fun at the end of that long, straight, wet road.

i walked in the door and not only had the rain stopped and the wine been poured, but my future had already been planned out for me. thanks rita. i always knew i could count on you for this kind of stuff. so apparently after graduation my life goes something like this:

...get the hell out of madison

...make some serious CASH (or atleast enough for a couple months rent and some cheap food)

...move in with fuzzy in astoria, queeens.

...live the life in nyc

i could not be happier with their plans for me. now i just have to figure out how to get through this next year, get a kick ass portfolio together, find a way to make some real money, and oh, you know, convince myself that moving myself out to nyc without anything is not suicide.

one way to start solving these problems ... 'dude. we need to go to brewsters!' and so we went. first to the 'classy' cf bar for a glass of honey weis. but it was kind of crowded, not as cheap, and well, just not as entertaining. so off to brewsters we went. let the fun and night of quotes begin.

'i don't think i can do this' .. says a worried kitty.

'it's ok. trust me. it's worth it. just wait ... it gets so much better' ... i reassure the underage sis.

literally not more than three minutes after arriving at the BRIGHTLY lit (this is really an understatement) townie bar and courtney walks up to me, fuzzy, david, and kitty as we hold our ice cold $1.50 mugs of miller light ... than we get this lovely story.

'so i'm in the bathroom, and this girl looks at me and says 'stick your mouth under that' referring to the super powered hand drier. so i tell her to do it, and there she goes and sticks her mouth under it. after a few seconds she comes back up and says 'yup. dry.''

nice. quality. INAPPROPRIATE. this was going to be a good night.


i think this is supposed to mean '$1.50' ... don't ask ...


fuzzy's reaction to a woman in some seriously high pants ... and an oversized belt ...


the infamous hand dryer ... it really was powerful ...

random saliva swapping among a few locals, and some offers made by bright-blue-shirtwearing-carnies kept the ball rolling. cheap beer and amazingly horrible/great music left us in hysterics until 1am when the bar shut down. disappointing... but apparently 'chuggers' (the other quality place in town) was not abiding by the 1am on weeknights rule so we crossed the empty street and went and had one more. lower lights and less excitement, but a good end to the evening nontheless.

awakening at 10am 'prepared' (or pretending to be) to jump in the back of brent's car and ride through the cannon fourth of july parade, we were all slightly relieved when we were informed that we would be staying home instead and having a kick ass breakfast. that's ok with me. eggs with spinach, shallots, and goat cheese. yum. good bread, good meat, good oj ... good morning.





another drive back to the cities ... a quick shower ... and off to the jensen/nagan valley. pims in the yard ... some weiners ... a teasing of rain ... and of course charades. quality time with 'our people'.









here's to our independence.