Bowling:
T is thrilled to be having his ass handed to him by my buddy/ex-coworker/bowling pro A. (In the background.)
I am sweaty. And wearing shoes that don't belong to me.
It would seem that my flash distracts Bowling Master A, and by distracts I mean displeases, and by displeases I mean he looks less like a dork in this pic than of the one where he is smiling. (My poor-mans flash-bomb did not work, however.)
Biking:
(Back story. T had a renter at one time, who was in the process of common-law divorcing someone we went to HS with. She won his tiny BMX-knockoff in the divorce, didn't want it, and promptly left the bike (sans seat, however) and some of her other unwanted shit in our garage when she FINALLY moved out. T bought a new seat for this bike, and now rides it, looking like a bear on a roller skate. But whatever, it's funny.)
Yes, he is smoking while riding the bike. It is more hilarious if you could see that he is wearing a Miller High Life T-shirt as well. And please don't judge my parking lot/driveway in the background.
From left: Roomie M, Good buddy/Maid of honor/Newly licensed paramedic E, T atop the bike. This is shortly before E and T traded places and a woman in the apartments in the distance said, "You're a little big for that bike!", to which M replied, "You're a pretty big whore for that house!".
Power shopping:
I found the dress.
I then went to two other bridal stores, one of which told me I was "too fat" for their dresses and another bargain basement chain who yelled things about only carrying "designer lines", none of which were priced over $400, (A good thing) and looked it. (A bad thing.)
Wanna see it?
