The streets were closed to keep the riffraff out and the hippies in.
In the tradition of the fourth of July, I will post the first thing that comes to my mind when looking at each firework picture.
This one: Pineapple.
Flying to Portland, I notice water underneath and feel a great sadness that Pete, my rubber ducky, is not with me to share the moment.
Billy: Hurry up and get the shot. Some guy back there asked me if I "wanted to be his snow bunny." Scary thing is, he had a really big carrot in his hand at the time.
It wasn't until Naomi discovered Farah's membership card to "Cheese Fetishists Worldwide" that anyone understand her huge grin when getting her picture taken.
Madeline (internal): Hippies, limeys, ugly dogs, fire, booze....this is an awesome Saturday night.
Tracy knew that a lowly Ewok couldn't hope to make it with Sexy Bo Peep, but she wanted to get on that like a Jawa at a garage sale.
Brett gets veined.
Robot John Mayer paused only once during his performance. A tech, equipped only with a bent paperclip, fixed him in no time.
Morgan: I am a banana.
Paka: Does anyone else feel a slight sting in their upper thigh?
Sean finally gets his moment in the sun against the infamous Naked Goalie of Isla Vista.
The horseless chariot was just a fad. Soon Xena and her kind would come back begging for their trusty steeds.
Spaghetti dinner.
Madeline ponders the meaning of life, the vastness of the cosmos, and that cloud that kinda looks like a penis.
