I'm going to start easy with one that I know for sure what went down. Hillary had a birthday.
Chris guarded the pizzas, while everyone brainstormed a way to get them from him. Carol looked especially focused. As soon as Abby saw the business end of my lens, things turned into a photo shoot.
Jeff even got in on the action, snapping a pic for his new line of scents.
This is the view from my boat as I arrive in America.
At some point, August perhaps, I went home to see the folks and enjoyed a game in the good seats. Unfortunately, despite traveling to the opposite side of the country, I was still surrounded by idiot Yankees fans and bankers. But the seats were nice.
This is what my home town looks like, though not all structures are covered in ivy and most have roofs.
This is the building I always think of when walking in to Carol's.
Here's that same part of town at night.
Turns out, my iPhone isn't too bad at taking sunset shots.
A fact which became more apparent the day that they decided to film Ghostbusters again. Seriously, I haven't seen ominous clouds roll in in such a dramatic way in a long time. Apparently, Venkman & Co. were victorious, as we were all treated to one of the best sunsets I've seen in a long, long time.
Collin and I also went to Shakespeare in the Parking Lot, which was enjoyable. Especially when the kid from the hood rolled through, making us all aware that he didn't know what kind of %$*# this was and, in fact, did not need any of said %$*#. The Bard himself never knew such eloquence.
The Navy was in town!
I rediscovered my love for tennis.
OK, if you've made it this far, I congratulate you. This is a very bad picture of a place that always makes me laugh. If you ever take the m15 bus through Chinatown, make sure to look out for this place on Madison St. It's called the Big Plot Co. I'm not sure what it is they do, but I like to think that it has something to do with world domination. If I ever make a comic book, these guys will figure into the plot. 100% guaranteed.
And finally, speaking of comic books, I had the great pleasure to meet Tim Gunn and Phil Jimenez and get them to sign a comic book for my mom. Let me assure you, it was an interesting afternoon, highlighted by a woman getting in line wearing nothing but body paint and a thong. The line moved slowly, due to the fact that Mr. Gunn is an incredibly nice person, who seemed more than happy to listen to the entire life story of every FIT student who got in line. Apparently I was the only person in line who bought their clothes.
And unfortunately, this isn't the Bat Signal, though I think life would be better if it were. As impressive as this tribute is, I've always thought it was more touching when it was cloudy.
