Suburban Subculture

Some people gathered at Kevin's in Old Town to drink lite beer and talk about how well their kickball teams were doing. A little beer pong, lots of flip-cup.

Black Cat Birth Fest '06

There were an obscene amount of birthday celebrations last night at the Black Cat, so they were combined into one "Birth Fest." Casey and Marissa were celebrating their birthdays- but hey, so was Jose and the cute girl who I spilt beer on her friend's face. It was a beautiful event that has carved a notch in all our hearts (or at least our kidneys).



Yeah, I'm not sure why Jenn and Jeremy are holding up this "24." Of everyone there, no one was turning 24.

Linen of the Week

When Sophie leaves for Europe you'll all be sorry you didn't hang out with her more, including Casey Smith (who has no time for Yard).

Brian O's 21st

Brian- after being 21 for only a day.

Responsible Hydration

Megan and Sophie's 21-year-old hand drink as much beer as water on Sophie's 21st birthday.

09/04/06

Labor Day

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Lazy Dog

One-Hour Visit

My friends Jason and August pulled the iron horse into Union Station on their way to Pittsburgh. They were coming from a fishing trip in Florida. I was glad I could visit and get lunch with them. Jason brought me a bunch of newspapers and a Steelers shirt, I brought him a canteen he left here about two years ago.

Recent Bigfoot Sighting

Andrew's Last Day at Swing's Coffee

The end of an era. (The beginning of something too.)

Nats-6 Jerks-5

Someone gave George Hemphill gave Andrew Bain some tickets to the game tonight. It was the best since their second game against the Yankees this year (when the Nats came back from 9-2 to win 11-9 in the last inning [man, I still love the looks on their faces]). It was Jenn and Jeremy's first Major League Baseball game ever. It went into an extra inning and the Nats won. Man, Phillies fans are whiney.

... George Washington won the Presidents' Race.

Students Spend First Day With Hangover

Wednesday was the first day of the semester for the Corcoran College of Art. Some students and graduates showed up the night before at Saint Ex. Afterwards, I cut my forehead on a tambourine. "It's strange to think it's all going on without us," said one alumnis.