I can’t type what I’m trying to say. The reasons are obvious — I’m watching the Mariners thieve defeat from the jaws of victory (by Aardsma’s hands, no less), I’m finagling Picasa Web Albums (which decided to call me out on my abuse of their online-album system), and I’m sweating off a day’s worth of walking, wandering, and wallowing in the fact that this summer, this long-coming, long-lasting final summer break of a childhood-adolescence-young adulthood … is over.
So, let’s let the photos do the talking.
Here’s a culling of the best from the last couple weeks, followed by a rounded-out slideshow. Apologies for not putting these up earlier — I’m but a man, and thus full of sloth. Or maybe it’s just because I’ve been too busy living the life of dream-stuff that I couldn’t monkey my way through these photos. Or maybe I’m just averse to the idea of selection — I take the photos in bulk, yet can’t come to grips with the fact that I’ll eventually have to choose which ones to put up.
If only I didn’t have Facebook to distract me so much, my life would be that much simpler.
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- Yes, the Mets won, the rarest event I’ve seen since, well, damn, that’s really a sight you don’t see very often. Oh! I’ve got one — a sight rarer than Casey failing to come up with a scintillating metaphor. Right. Good. Glad we got that out of the way.
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- Ah, grub with Brian and Norwood at Tavern on the Green (Lucy’s to the right, Mom’s to the left)
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- That’s Norwood. Know the name. Remember the name. Skydive with the name.
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- Me, Mom, Lucy, and Norwood. (Everyone trying to not get sawed off by Mom’s hat, too.)
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- Now, just the three.
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- This is what I do to Norwood all the time. Because I can beat him up. Totally. With my eyes closed. And one hand tied behind my back.
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- Someone stole my idea. Damn.
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- FLIP
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- Uh
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- Yeesh
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- Norwood striking the pose
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- Well, that’s post-modern.
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- Norwood went to the University of Montana. And came back with a tattoo. (And rifle, which he didn’t bring to New York with him, thankfully.)
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- Mom with the Vera Wang dresses she just HAD to see
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- The innards of the church Mom and I went to, where Jackie Onassis Kennedy held her funeral. (Can someone really “hold” their own funeral?)
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- Finally, a New York ballpark that didn’t cost billions! Citi Field — but to steal a phrase from a t-shirt, I’m still calling it Shea
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- Our seats, from field’s view
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- Matt couldn’t even hold his own against a damn monkey
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- A mini-ballfield on the plaza, where the Mets would probably still get their asses handed to them
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- Matt, me, and Jordan — or should I say Jack, Rick, and Gary — with Citi in the background
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- All of the fans were so … attractive?
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- Justin, pondering his future outfits as sidekick to me
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- The Temptations (knockoff brand)
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- The iPhone saved many a pummel between Justin and the streets of New York
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- The strangest design I’ve ever seen, overlooking Union Square. Still have no idea what it’s supposed to be.
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- Marie Antoinetee, on stilts!
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- That’s not sketch
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- Justin wanted to frolick, but I wouldn’t let him
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- L’Arc de Neau Yorc (or whatever it’s called)
One last one — a baseball game that snuck out of the gallery photos:
Yes, the Mets won, the rarest event I've seen since, well, damn, that's really a sight you don't see very often. Oh! I've got one -- a sight rarer than Casey failing to come up with a scintillating metaphor. Right. Good. Glad we got that out of the way.
