Wanna know something that cracks me up? Like, to the point of almost convulsing? That would be the new Backstreet Boy's video for "Just Want You to Know." It has mullets! And the word Sphincter! And it takes place in the 80s!! And did I mention the outrageous mullets? It's enough to make me want to run to Walmart and buy a mullet wig. Or at least count how many mullets I see in the store.
I was perusing some of my digital pix today and it occurred to me that I haven't done a picture post in a while. And that a lot of the pictures that I'm about to show crack me up about as much as the afore-mentioned mullet video.
First up is Joe and I at Opus One, when I was down in Detroit in mid-August. While this picture isn't exactly funny (except for the fact that the humidity makes my hair look like a fro), about two minutes after this was snapped, I was digging into the chocolate box and the whole thing split and ice cream and chocolate flew everywhere. Graceful I am not.
Mikey, Joe and I do our best impression of a prom picture at The Whitney in Detroit. I was in love with the staircase. And with my two darling escorts for the evening.
When Katie A (aka Wifey) visited, her, Katie D and I went to the Black Rocks. I just really like this picture. It's already in a frame on my bookshelf.
The Wifey and I like big sticks. And posing like pirates. Arrr! (Hey! It's officially National Talk Like a Pirate Day!!)
With Katie, there's always a reason to drink. Out of a huge cup, in my case. Clearly, we are lushes. And quite happy about it.
When drunk, I'll take pictures of anything. Including the tv. Scrubs was on, I wanted a picture of Zach Braff. For I love me some Zach Braff.
I'll also take pictures of people taking pictures. Haha! I am so clever!
Katie D, Wifey, Laurie and I pose at our most favoritest place ever--Flanigans! (Just don't ask about the prick-ish DJ that night. UGH.)
A few nights later, my friends and I were on our way out when we spotted a fox running across campus. We stopped to take pictures. This is my picture of a fox. Again--I'm so clever. And drunk here.
My beloved Brett came up during Labor Day weekend. Much celebrating was done at the place where everyone knows our name--Flanigans. Here, Brett clearly knows how to work the crowd as him and Annika sing "Me and Bobby McGee." It's so nice that he could tear himself away from his beer cup and loungey position to sing a few notes.
It's alright, though, because he made up for one lackluster performance by completely rocking out to "Bohemian Rhapsody" with Monique, Amanda and I.
And I can rock out to the air guitar while Brett eggs me on with his "ROCK!!" sign. Welcome to karaokeing with moi. PS: I wasn't drunk. Really!
My friends make me happy. And so does Brett's shirt, which states "I support single mothers." Good to know.
What can I say? I'm a photo dork.
Ciao, dahling!
~*Krissy*~