Took some tasteful mirror fitness progress nudes on Tuesday. In my depression over the winter I had lost a ton of weight and gotten really skinny and was working hard to beef back up.
On Saturday morning, I was (obviously) feeling a little lazy and elected to skip the whole "getting dressed" nonsense and go directly to reading cool articles on the interweb. I guess I lost track of time and was sitting there long enough for Meredith to grab my camera and take this totally sneaky photo of unaware-me browsin' in the buff. After years of posting all sorts of compromising and embarrassing photos of friends and strangers alike, I figured it's only fair to post horribly embarrassing pics of me as well!
Hahahahaha. So here you go everyone, please welcome Baron! Drinking a frosty brew, foot through a hula hoop and a trucker-hat on his penis. (PS - I love the way the lens is flaring off of the mirror in the background making it look like Tinkerbell is sitting on his beer-swilling, penis-hat-holding shoulder!)
Then Baron decided to up the ante and make his steep I Keep a Diary debut even steeper - that's right, the undies came off. So, um, yeah. Here's Baron, at 12:08pm in the afternoon on a Tuesday, buck-naked in Sarah's living room cracking open a fresh brewski, while I'm snapping photos, Sarah's hysterically laughing, and Greg the Boyfriend (remember him!?) is trying to hide from my camera (not wanting to be seen in the room) and trying to not make accidental eye contact with Baron's wang.
Anyway, back to Group Sounds. Group Sounds had a keyboard player named "Sexy Joe" that would strip down on stage while playing until he (usually) ended up buck naked. After the show, I convinced Sexy Joe to get naked again (in the middle of the street!) so I could take some band pics. Hahaha.
...NAKED MAN! Hahahaha. This old dude is always chilling there in a lil' Speedo-type thang and from certain angles (ok, most angles) it looks like he's buck naked.
After Emo's, we went down the street to some club that was having a werid dance party inside. Here's me posing with the place's creepy (yet artsy) naked chick wallpaper.
Just after midnight, twenty-two brave souls disrobed in my spare bedroom and filed into my room for the shoot. Spencer's brother stood guard at the door - if you weren't participating, you weren't allowed in. At this point I handed off my camera to Andrew to snap some pics...
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