Got Levi Michael's-- who did you get?

Retweeted Michael Roike (@BarManMichael):

Happy 1st Birthday you little rat! I love you! #charliegram #puppylove @michaeljoelhall

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#omg Peanut butter torte at All Set in Silver Spring. #allset #silverspring

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He's home! @michaeljoelhall

we gotta get in on this @barmanmichael

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One of the early early early early days with @michaeljoelhall #facebookthrowback #allthefilters

Retweeted Emma O'Neill (@EmmaONeillYoga):

Hanuman Temple w @michaeljoelhall followed by an epic day in #India! #mysore #temple #epic #grateful…

“@PoPville: Street Sweeping Starts For Real this Time on Mon – $45 if you forget to move your car:
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Retweeted Emma O'Neill (@EmmaONeillYoga):

My adventures today w @michaeljoelhall at Easy Day! India's answer to Walmart. Bought a basketball to…

Check out the blue & green, too“@Food52: Add a little purple to your kitchen: @BarManMichael

But I'm okay with you reading it differently @MichaelCautillo and only @russelltovey can tell us if he's in the business of sissy-shaming

Let's make momos when I get home! @Barmanmichael

Jesse McCartney and @BarManMichael have the same haircut. #OnFleek #Grammys2015

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Retweeted Paige Lichens (@paigesyoga):

I'll miss seeing him (again) as I'm teaching but come checkout @MichaelJoelHall Workshop @MINDtheMAT Sunday Noon; amazing teacher & person

If— by Rudyard Kipling : The Poetry Foundation @BarManMichael

Retweeted Michael Roike (@BarManMichael):

Day 1: Juice Cleanse with @michaeljoelhall #green

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@MichaelJoelHall They suggest this glitter mail is for your enemies? What about your gays? #glitterhate

Retweeted Michael Roike (@BarManMichael):

This is what happens when you leave @michaeljoelhall alone and he gets bored. #nerd #charliegram…

Surprised to see myself on @BarManMichael Insta-- some yoga, since Charlie took over my acct.

Excited for Michael Roike's first marathon. Cheering him on from Phily!

Michael and his new friend. @mroike

Retweeted Elyse Toplin (@elysetoplin):

My latest @balancegym post, in which @MichaelJoelHall explains why yoga is like tang.

Retweeted Michael Roike (@BarManMichael):

This is how Charlie passed out after lunch. #charliegram #puppylove @michaeljoelhall

“@BarManMichael: Progress on the #MBT Rhode Island Metro crossover. #finally #someday @michaeljoelhall #eckington

Retweeted Michael Roike (@BarManMichael):

This is how most mornings are spent after @michaeljoelhall practices. #toocute #naps #charliegram…

Retweeted Michael Roike (@BarManMichael):

Charlie says, "Next time, take me with you!" #charliegram #puppylove @michaeljoelhall

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Charlie at the vet for the first time! #charliegram #puppylove @michaeljoelhall

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Walking himself. #charliegram #puppylove @michaeljoelhall

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Camping with @mroike (@barmanmichael) and #charliegram

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@MichaelJoelHall @kaliyogaDC My First Lead Ashtanga Class, So Great!
Thanks Michael

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@MichaelJoelHall is #zenasfuck

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@MichaelJoelHall Related to your Pattabhi Hulk, it seems there's a vishnuit monkey in the last planet of apes 🙂

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How’s your nerve? Come face-to-face with your fears (and backbends) July 20th with @MichaelJoelHall. #dcyoga

"Hi! I'm Michael!"
"Oh yeah, I know you from the internet."

"No more coffee for you. You're like a hyperactive puppy that bursts into song and slurps smoothies." -- Michael Roike's official thoughts on me

“@OhOhShirubang: 󾌺 i miss sleeping at nights @BarManMichael

18.5 miles each way, biking. How ya feeling today , Michael & Matthew?

Michael Roike is the bestest. Yesterday, he manned the front desk so I could teach at the White House. Today, I left my keys at home and had to hide my bike in some bushes. While i taught, he brought my keys, found my bike, and locked up. The BEST! I love you, shmoopy!

Cheering for Michael Roike -- today's his very first 10 miler!!

Looking for my asana porn? @michaeljoelhall on instagram.

I suppose it's finally time to unpack. This will make me very sad (and Michael very happy).

NFL Remonstration #5:

"The news that former Missouri defensive end Michael Sam is gay holds significant social and cultural ramifications. But from a purely football perspective, his decision to come out prior to May's NFL draft will make his path to the league daunting, eight NFL executives and coaches told SI.com.

In blunt terms, they project a significant drop in Sam's draft stock, a publicity circus and an NFL locker room culture not prepared to deal with an openly gay player. Sam, the SEC Defensive Player of the Year, was projected as a mid- to late-round draft pick prior to his announcement.

While none of the executives overtly condemned Sam's decision, their opinions illuminated an NFL culture in which an openly gay player -- from the draft room to the locker room -- faces long odds and a lonely path."

Woke up on Boxing Day for practice and talked to Michael Roike & Michelle. Thank goodness it's still Xmas in the States, as I'm still full from Lunch!

Michael won't sleep on my side of the bed-- he says it's haunted

A fun Friday+ game, from my wonderful colleague, Bernie:

Age I was given: 17
Where I lived: Fredericksburg, Va
What I drove: GMC Jimmy
What I did: Lied about my age, walked with a cane, and gave 0 fucks. A lot.
Who had my heart: Phoenix 🙂

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Age now: 30
Where I live: Washington, DC
What I drive: an all city fixie and a ford focus
What I do: count to five, professionally.
Who has my heart: Michael 🙂 <3 🙂

Like my status and I'll give you an age

i'm really thrilled with how michaeljoelhall.com came out.

Michael, Michael, & Mousika made it to Michigan.

The end of the world is in like 5 hours? See ya if I see ya! Love ya, Michael!

You know you can follow me on twitter & Instagram, right? Both are MichaelJoelHall 🙂

Woke up early to help Michael get to work. Teaching led primary at 10. If you didn't get to Tova at AYSDC, come visit me on H Street.

So much love. Xo. “@ConfluCntdwn: For @MichaelJoelHall & @pegmulqueen --

RT @washwellbeing: There's a nice update on @MichaelJoelHall's recovery in the @washingtonpost today.

RT @pegmulqueen: just another day at the office with @MichaelJoelHall @flowyogacenter

“@scissorsisters: Let's Have A (Muppet) #KIKI @BarManMichael

RT @ashtangacharlie: Nice piece by Lululemon's Emma on Yoga is Community @MichaelJoelHall

we always keep it cool“@ashtangacharlie Rain actually kept things cool for @MichaelJoelHall Return - thx @jmgraglia

RT @McGrillZ: The hippie things we do to support @michaeljoelhall

RT @lizandra311: Here we are as a #dc #yoga community! We live u. @michaeljoelhall!! @ Yoga in the Park

I love Michael Roike... (we'll see if he does any sun salutes today at Michael Hall - Yoga Community Donation Class)

@BarManMichael

"Beauty & The Beat-- “@BarManMichael: This is hilarious! Welcome to our neighborhood!" #eckington #love

thanks!! “@yycyoga: Yoga Lifestyle Daily is out! ▸ Top stories today via @BikramYogaLiege @MichaelJoelHall @lovesakshi”

@BarManMichael yaaay! “@Popjustice: Basically play this then this - amazing.”

“@nytimes: Eat: Chili Lobster for Father’s Day @BarManMichael

Michael & I are safe & sound. The fire that took our roof led to the water that took our things. Thank you for your love & support. xoxo.

RT @AYCT: @MichaelJoelHall "It’s a total transformation – if you want to do it, it’s guaranteed that it will change ...

tysm! I'm excited, too!! xo “@flowyogacenter: We are so happy Michael is going to start teaching Mysore at Flow!

Yaaay! “@sarcasticyogi: Rocket time with @michaeljoelhall. (@YogaDistrict)

RT @lizandra311: Durga supports my first Mysore practice with @michaelJoelhall @ Flow Yoga Center

Muscle gripping bone-- visceral memories of my teachers and my lovers. Few pleasures run deeper. Jai Kristenji, jai Michael Roike;)

Emily Monahan and Michael Roike should go get Dar William's back catalog and start brushing up. She's at Rams Head Live May 12, and we're going.

I'm in love with my best friend, partner in crime, and roommate. He makes me one of the lucky ones. I love you, Michael Roike. I'm so glad you're mine 🙂

I'm Okay-- Michael Joel Hall's News and Updates

Lunch with Mama Hall and Papa Hall, Rocket at Embrace Yoga DC for Dinner, Dancing with the wife. Saturday? Morning yoga with Shelby Thompson, day-play with Michael Roike. Sunday? Go back in time.

had a pretty amazing day-- An awesome lift this AM, fabulous classes, a coffee date with my dear teacher and friend Kristen Krash, a fantastic conversation with my students about what "yoga" means to them ("awareness of the breath, body and mind. freedom. work."), and a killer CrossFit class. I mean, really. Today rocks. MichaelCycle shipped, too. I know, I can't stand me, either. 🙂

Stolen MichaelCycle. Happy Birthday.

Honorin' his Mama, Gail Hall, by bein' healthy, happy, and *gasp* domestic. "I'm proud of you dirty or clean, Michael." She's pretty great.

Gladiator outfit + alma mater + Michael Roike & Matthew Eckert = 1 really lucky me

is wearing a quintessential Michael outfit- what do you think it looks like?

Old Man Michael hates getting to practice at 7 but likes sleeping till 6.

Michael Roike, Kristen Jones, Candice Jones, Becca Grove and Peg Mulqueen sure do make for excellent play dates. So proud of Deux for taking on his first real Rocket class!!!

is sometimes called MJH, Hall, Little Mike, MJ, MichaelHall, Joe-L, Skippy, Mikey, and Un.

Michael Hall is himself thanks to the trust from his teachers that allowed him bravery. Love. Love. Love.

cab to work. Freezing rain & black ice makes for a scuurrdy Michael.

Dear Stomach: You've had two days to get your act together. Act right, I've got stuff to do. Love, Michael.

Is going to Peg's 3 o'clock class, and would be honored by the company of Shelby Thompson and Michael Roike. Anyone else wanna join?

Pear, Deluxe Mixed Nuts, Muscle Milk: Breakfast of C̶h̶a̶m̶p̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ Michael's. Lunch after Practice. Nom Nom.

From my twitter (michaeljoelhall): Kept my tears inside during sivasana. A day of gratitude and abundance. An inner bliss. So much love I might rent at the seams. #Mysore

Michael's Math Problem: 9 Bottles of Wine ÷ (Cristyn Cram + Lauren Twohig + Joe Heaton + Katie Schmidt + Michael Joel Hall) = Friday Game Night with a remained of 0.

my new least favorite game is "Where are Michael's keys?"

has lululemon athletica Logan Circle and Pacers Running Store waaaaaaay to close for his own good. If Michael wasn't born to be an athelete, he sure is surrounded by the impetus to be one. (...for those that know michael wasn't born an athlete, umnm, well, thanks for playin 😉 )

is too sore to practice yoga, but bottomless mimosa at red rocks should be fine. I'm leaving the MichaelCycle at home.

RIP MichaelCycle.

can hear Mexico calling for Erica Martinson, Tara McCredie, Michael Fabiani, Scott Effler, Geoff Gaspar, and him. "3 días y soleado-- de alta de 92 grados..." followed by "Tequila y farmacia!"

will not be running the Michael Corps Marathon in gross weather 🙁

's Dad is his greatest hero. If Michael were half the Dad his Father is, he'd be a great success to his son.

is as Michael does.

Michael taught a good new class and finished a high quality lift-- yay for life before noon!

Michael bought tickets for Bonaroo. Word? Word.

ran the Michael Corps Marathon! 4:01 official time!

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So, the green pawed puppy and I spent the day running errands and being responsible. I bought myself totally tubular new sunglasses, as evidenced above. Tell me those aren't fabulous. On the way back from the gym, though, someone decided to torch their car. Rad.

Here's the proof.
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Later on Geoff swang by la chateau and reminded me that we'd been invited to a Happy Hour down at David Greggory's. Meg, Geoff's sister, was resposible for the invite, and of course I forgot. I shminked and then we booked it to Foggy Bottom. On our way there we ran into Merideth, an old roomie of Nelina and Fred's. As it turns out, Mer is a client of Geoff's... Her Corporate Executive Board to his Nortel. We all got along famously. Also in attendance were Rick (Meg's ex), Philip (Meg's Current), and PJ (Meg's old roomie of about 3 years). A friend of Shania's, Michael, was managing that evening. We chatted him up.

Adorable.

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Remember that movie with Jude Law and the kid from the Sixth Sense? In it there was this bitchin' teddy bear that I wanted so badly, and now I think they're making something like it for real. It may even trump Clocky in the department of cute things I want now.

Check out this groovy article about robocats, and go to paragraph 7. Teddy Bear robots! Granted, the cats were described as "some come-alive stuffed animal from a high-end horror movie," but that really is fine with me. I doubt my teddy will come a knifin'.

I did go a knifin' last night at Skewers, though. I went with Geoff, my girl friend Meg's brother-- he's a logan circle hood rat, too, and we're buddying up. We smoked at his house before going down for grub, and I was handidly baked. No questions asked, no fuckin' around. The foods was good, and I was shocked that it had taken me so long to go there. Its right above Luna Cafe, so its not like i don't eat over there all the time anyway.

Smarter boys would learn to watch what they type when posting to the interweb, but unfortunatly I'm sometimes a bit of a dim discoball. I referenced the Foggy Bottom Alcoholics Anonymous on here and had to explain to someone in real life that I wasn't in AA (not that I shouldn't be). Its a term I use for my friends who happen to go George Washington University, a lovely school in sunny, gorgeous Foggy Bottom).


Fucked up and funny, I can't claim to have coined the term. Last Halloween Julia, Cole, and a few others made T-Shirts that said FBAA and wore them out boozing. Fake names on the back, they took it the whole nine. A lot of people apparently missed the joke while they were out and proceeded to be ghastly offended.

I'm telling you, I could hear the story twelve times and still have beer come out my nose. Fantastic shit, ya'll.

Equally fanastic is the 14th Street Christian Youth Association moniker that we've got going for the neighbors and me. Sometime around the time of Bush's inauguration, the neighbors and I stumbled upon Nascar Poetry through Nill's. One of them even had a link so that we could request a free poem. We couldn't help ourselves:




Date: 1/23/2005
From:
Reply To:
To: qdesigns@islc.net
Subject: requesting free poem

Miss "Trish"-

My prayer group and I were inspired by your eloquent writing and wondering what poetic sentiment you could offer us directly after the auspicious re-inauguration of our wonderful president. Any inspired words you could offer us would be much appreciated!


Yours in Christ-
Michael Hall and the 14th Street Christian Youth Association
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So, thats that.

Celebrated Margarita Monday with Markie on the fire escape. We tended to the garden, which is just a' sproutin', and invited people over to partake in our tasty frozen libations. Mark's boyfriend Sean came over and played for a bit before we all went out seperate ways. Thats as sure a way to a friendship as any. He also turned me on to an online comic I'd never seen before: Alien Loves Predator. Word.

Kelly, of the she who gave my keys to an asian fame, hasn't called me since I've been home. Not since she knew I found out, not since I confronted Lauren, not since my plane landed have I heard shit from her. I don't know what I think about that. She hasn't given me an apology or offered me an explination, though through the grapevine I've heard she's offered these things to Lauren. Are you fucking kidding me?

For Fattentinesmas, I gave Kelly a gift certificiate for a full modern facial at Blue Mercury. Pore sucking, dead cell exfoliating, muscle massaging... the whole god damned nine.

Here's where I get horribly rude and inappropriate. I want to go down to Blue Mercury Salon, debit card in hand, and have them cancel her facial and transfer it over to me. This, of course, is hindered by my naturally attractive good side. I gave it to her because I wanted her to have it, I know this, my good side knows this. The evil part of me really wants to have smaller pores. Smaller than her.

The important part is smaller than her's.

I'm not going to take the card, but I did think about it in fantasy mindset mode for almost 10 minutes.

For all creeps, romantics, shyguys and shiesters, Craigslist and the City Paper offers an outlet for every missed chance with the random hotfolk and facinating. The "I Saw You's" are printed in the Washington City Paper every week, and Lauren and I used to read them religiously. Lately, as the printed word is slowly dying to me, I've been reading the craigslist version more religiously.

For the first time, I'm a Missed Connection!"

Word!

I'm gonna respond and see what happens, 'check yes or no' so to speak.

February 22nd came and went without any real problems, and all is right with the world. Kinda like if the only potsmokin quaker, Smokey, I knew came into work with a bag full of granola and a copy of Gandhi in each hand. Oh. Wait. She did.

Ugh. I woke up at 8:30 this morning, after having gone to bed at midnight.

Since the skitrip I've been waking up early for a variety of reasons, but on my day off I shouldn't have been wide awake so fucking early. Does this mean I'm going to be trapped on a too-early sleep cycle for a few days? Boo on that.

I've got some good news. The woman responsible for the sherry enema is pleading not guilty to manslaughter. Thank goodness! Atta girl! I was worried for her well being, the mans been addicted to enemas since he was a child. Heck, he even had recipes-- the man was legitimatly a mixologist for the ass.

Who can't respect that? Who? Who!



Lad-da dee la da da.

Today is laundry day here in the land of Mike, so I have to find something rewearable and not heinous to do laundry in. But first, I need to shimmy up the fire escape and get clean. Why up the fire escape? I haven't had hot running water in nearly a month and a half.

The UN says that running water is a basic human necessity, so basically, I live in Apartment Rwanda right now. I've had to go to Uganda (re: Cait, Ash, Jer's) to hygienate my self. Yum! At least I've been able to call my living room Gitarama in good jest.

The light at the end of the tunnel (or more appurtenant, the water at the end of my pipe) is that the plumber will be here on Tuesday at 9am. I'm so fucking thrilled. I may actually be able to have a normal, clean, bath again. Honestly, the water pressure in the tub wasn't a damn thing worth writing home about in the first place, so now that I'm getting all new pipes, I really am looking forward to my new Bath-Time Barbie abilities. Yay!

Now that Julia Child has kicked, we can let the sherry flow free for merriment! Oh, sure, sherry's fun to cook with and its definatly fun to drink; I even hear you can get really fucked up off of sherry if you try hard enough. But what happens when you're an ulcer ridden alcoholic who can no longer swallow? Do you give up the sauce? Or find another means? I have less than fond memories of bootybumping intoxicants, but certainly you can't do that with sherry... can you?


LAKE JACKSON, Texas (AP) — A woman has been indicted on negligent homicide charges for allegedly giving her husband a sherry enema that killed him. -- via Canoe


Is it gross that I wanna know how much she gave 'em? Don't worry ya'll, I'll stick with my Coors Light in a pint glass.

What, with Martha's new Apprentice spinoff more than likely going to be done in shackles, her anal swallowing South Park gig, and the mental images of beerdouching myself to death, I'm now afraid to go into my own kitchen.

Some 28 year old college chica just got 18 months probation for selling faux Duff beer. She was forced to reimburse the purchasers, to the tune of nearly 2k. I wonder what beer she used to fake it? I guess it doesn't matter, aside from the 18 months, they're makin' the bitch see a shrink. I still think its a good idea-- whatever.

In real beer news, apparently Coors Light and Molson are thinking about merging. Don't fret, you didn't miss the memo, both are still lame. I mean, think of the list of beers that you get with this new SuperBrew company? Molson Canadian, Coors Light, Carling, Keystone, Aspen Edge, Zima, Rickard's and Kaiser... would you honestly wanna order any of those? Ugh, bring me a Chimay!

Coors, Miller Lite, Zimas... they all kinda fall into the same category in my mind, watery and cheap. Little Miss Smokey said it best: "I drink Miller Lite when I'm actually thirsty and at the bar. Its not like I'd order it if I ever wanted a beer." Word. It is drunk water as far as I'm concerned, but if I'm ever near an avalanchable area, I'm gonna be sure to bring plenty of one of the new SuperBrews. It could save my life-- over somewhere in Europe (where is the Slovakian Cock from, anyway? Czech Slovakia? Ugh, I'm dumb) a man drank 60 beers and pissed his way out of an avalanche that covered his car. Apparently he drank and pissed so much his liver and kidneys hurt.

Buddy, I know your pain. Hmmm, how can I work this into casual discourse? I gotta go melt the snow?

I had a really busy day today, I bounced from work to home, to 12th and Penn (to pick up a package), to 13th and U (to get ready for hawaii), back to home, to the gym, to home, to Jenny Lee's (15th and U) to Chi-Cha (Carter's going away party), and couldn't quite make it to Staccato's for indie rock and roll karaokee for the children (tsunami relief) to catch up with the improvers.

Phew.

Anyway, on my way home, after spending time with Alex, his new boyfriend, and Jenny Lee I decided to come home, rub one out, and leave a message on Craigslist under men seeking men. Its a laundry list of the thing I want in a man. We'll see if anything comes of it, won't we?

Bring it on, 2005... the motto? "I've got feet, sweep me off them."

The Year of Love, indeed.

I'm on day four of Little Miss Smokey and I's Total. Body. Challenge. Yeah, we got suckered into health and fitness, but listen, this time its okay. Really. The only thing I'm actively giving up is fried foods and full calorie beverages, so its not like I'm eating every four days and doing lines of crystal off of my bedroom mirror like my last 'body challenge.'

My body dysmorphia might taunt me when I'm alone and in bright lighting, but this may actually prove fruitful.

As my loyal readers are aware, this boy doesn't have a gym membership at Washington Sports Club anymore. I neglected to mention that I'm an awful dirty whore who got kicked out for getting head in the steam room, but whatever. Needless to say, I'm not allowed back. So, thank god Discovery Health gave me an 8 week membership to Bally's.

Bally's is kinda gross, I gotta say, but its also mostly hetero (correlation?). This loosely translates into far more focus on my abs and pecs, and a lot less focus on my dick and ass. Maybe. We'll see.

The sauna's all glass and the showers don't have curtains. I don't see any nookie occurring, but you never know. I'm resourceful. And slutty. Same difference.

Anyway.

Yeah, so, Little Miss Smokey has brought into my life a world of fitness by actually making plans with me so that I can't bail out like a pussy. I've got about 7 more weeks 'till I'm poverty jetsetting to hawaii, so we'll see what sorta shape I'm in when I get there. I'll post before and after pics, too, if you're lucky. Or maybe just some of me naked in hawaii.

We'll see.

Okay, so Halo isn't at 14th and Mass, its at 14th and P.

Basically, the hip new spot that just opened Friday is seeable from my window. In fact, its only three doors down from me. Weird, right? I was really expecting it to be a straight bar, but apparently its far from it: totally 'mo. Its also really, really pretty with a wall-to-ceiling curve that makes it tunnelesque. The red and blue lights they use to illuminate the wall sets really nice fuckin' tone, and the frosted glass illuminated yellow for the bar area is gorgeous. It helps that the red and yellow used are my favorite colors.

Anywho, Sacha before coming over filled me up a sippy cup of Everclear and mixed it with a melted daquri that had been sitting in her fridge for about three days. I wasn't gonna be shy, so I drank the bitch.

Yummy Yummy. Drunk Drunk.

So, ya, after not being able to find the place when we went down to 14th and Mass we met up with Sacha's friend Sam at Playbill, got a cocktail, and the bar tender told us where to go. Had a nice time, caught up with Shaina, Sacha's friend. She was with her Michael... Sacha adn Shaina each have a Michael, though they both agree I'm the better one (giggle!). Okay, so Sacha thinks I'm the better, maybe Shania doesn't for sure, but Sacha DOES frequently yell at Other Michael the following: "Oh Yeah?! I've gotta Michael, too!"

She does this unprompted and loudly, as only she can get away with.

So, I was gonna go over to Sacha's friend Greggles, but ended up runnin' in to Lauren first. We ended up smokin' cigarettes and gabbin' and then just passin' the hell out.

So, this morning I was woken up oddly.

Lauren hears the door down stairs open, and then slam. She hears these loud *thud thud thuds* coming up the stairs, very assertively. Then she hears *pound pound pound* on the door. Of course she thinks I'm about to be arrested or evicted or some such, so she quickly throws on shorts and a shirt (we're naked a lot), and answers the door.

It's my Mom, who lives two hours from here. Weird.

Well, either way she asks if I'm here, and Lauren tells her yep, and then says that I'm in bed asleep, half naked, she's sure. Mom jokingly responds "Is he alone?" and heads for the door.

Pause.
Turns around.
"He is alone, right?"

So, ya, mom just dropped the hell on by, Dad in tow. They came to carnap my Blazer. After the homeless person took up residence in it, went through all of my things that I hadn't taken out, and stole my band aids, we knew it was time to go. Or it may have been after the gas was syphoned. Whichever. Either way, they came and took my car.
I was most certainly still a little drunk when my mom got me up, but either way, it was fantastic to see 'em just drop by. She even gave me money for clothes hangers.

Brunch today saw Lauren, Jenny Lee, Pam, Carter and I at Saint-Ex. Carter is the boy who works at Urban and has somehow just worked his way into my friendship circle by simply being wherever I am. Weird, I realize, but yeah, fun guy. The bartender even randomly poured us a couple of redheaded slus on the way out. That was after the car drove by and threw an egg out the window at us (we sat on Saint-Ex's patio). Who the fuck gets EGGED?! Us, apparently.

We did a little window shopping together and really had a fab fucking time. I really, really liked the group dynamic of us five. A LOT. I want more of that.

Anywho, had to clean up quickly for work while everyone else just gabbed in my living room, and then bounced off to my first day of actual server training at Perry's. I rode my bike this time, which made the commute a heckuvalot easier. 9 hours later, I'm about to bop into Dupont to go grab a beer with Pam and Lauren.

So, gotta go, but wanted to hammer this out before I ran outta time.

You're Thailand!

Calmer and more staunchly independent than almost all those around you, you have a long history of rising above adversity.  Recent adversity has led to questions
about your sexual promiscuity and the threat of disease, but you still manage to attract a
number of tourists and admirers.  And despite any setbacks, you can really cook a good
meal whenever it's called for.  Good enough to make people cry.

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