While they were admiring the ceiling, I became quite taken with a nearby mirror that somehow made my nose look enormous! (Turns out it wasn't the mirror!)
The new camera I'd purchased didn't fit into my waterproof camera case...or at least it didn't UNTIL I Dremelled the shit out of it. Preparing for our trip jetskiing on the East River with Ty & Mer!
On Wednesday my main camera died so I had to scavenge through a pile of out-of-commission-cameras and try to find my least-damaged camera until I could get a new one.
I purchased a new camera from one of those vending machines at the airport. Here's a photo of my old camera with my new camera. Farewell, trusty friend.
I like dressing up, but I don't really like all the planning and buying stuff that's involved in dressing up. So more often than not, I'll revert to a last-minute halloween costume with whatever's lying around.
When we pulled into the parking lot of the state park, Christa, the Justice of the Peace that we'd hired to officiate our wedding was there to meet us! We asked her to take us to the prettiest place on Lake Tahoe and it was Christa who suggested Hellman-Ehrman Mansion!
A little before midnight, everyone left whatever little corner of the party they were in and headed to the main room to bring in the New Year together. Me and Cyn.
Wendy showing off a zoomed-in pic of what she calls my "crazy eyes." We sang karaoke for about an hour or so and then around 12:30am they came in and told us the restaurant was getting ready to close. We decided to head over to Hanger Bar to see Sarah and Karen. Even though we'd only been drinking for a little while...
We went downstairs to see what was going on down in the basement and found Jackson in the middle of a photo shoot where he was....uh...pretending to be a cheerleader?
I made sure to point out Vadim's "happy spot" to Matt so that he could get some pics of it for the official Karaoke Killed the Cat site. I love how hard everyone is laughing in this photo.
On Sunday I took the train out to NJ to my Aunt and Uncle's house to spend some time with my family! I have no idea what the occasion was (Grandma's birthday? Memorial Day?), but whatever it was, here's a picture of my dad commemorating the day.
Enough with all that wholesomeness nonsense. Three days later and it was time to attend the DVD release party for Joanna's new porn movie, Joanna's Angels. Grant and I headed over to some club in mid-town to congratulate Joanna (and hopefully see some boobies).
...Bloody Marys! (Which are responsible for this being the last photo of our trip! I had two of these bad boys and then fell asleep pretty much as soon as I got on the plane!) The End!
He ran all the way to his seat, but then we all sat there for like 10 seconds with frozen smiles on our faces before realizing that the shutter wasn't going to fire. Here's Dad trying working on attempt #2.
The next day was Thanksgiving! My grandparents and my cousins, the Carricks, came up for family dinner at my parent's house. Here's my trying to set the auto-timer on his camera to take a photo of all of us at the dinner table. Every year he sets the timer, presses the shutter, then races all the way around the table and tries to make it to his seat and smile before the picture is taken. He almost NEVER makes it. (Check out Cousin Chad in the background laughing in anticipation of the race). Ok, ready dad?
And then Ryan made art. (I'll end up getting a few laughs and a couple of high-fives. Ryan will probably sell his photo of this for lots of money. Holy crap, did I make a wrong turn somewhere. Hahaha).
Here's me with my portable Wolverine drive! (When you're traveling, you can copy over the pictures from your full memory cards to this little bad boy, then erase the cards and keep shooting).
Before anyone can eat, it's a family tradition that my dad needs to take a group photo of the table. There's nothing better than watching him try to figure out the auto-timer on his camera. Every year, he'll think he's activated it and he'll start running around through the kitchen so he can make it back to his seat before a pic's taken - but there are always like three false alarms and he gets progressively angrier as he has to go back and try to get it to work (which makes us all laugh more, which in turn makes him even angrier).
Squinty Siege. After eating, we also went to a strip club, but they wouldn't let us in with cameras and a few other bars, but then it started pouring rain and we decided to call it a night and head back to NYC.
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