Okay, kids. I just got back from the Dinosaur Junior show and it was awesome. But I can't talk about that now, I'll talk about that later. Now, I'm finally posting photos from the Santa Crawl.
This one was taken at the Deadwood. Remember how I warned you about the screeching? I think I was doing that here. Do you also remember how I always say that I'm glad that they don't make blogs scratch and sniff? Well, I'm just as glad that they don't come with sound. Believe me, you are too.
This is not the most flattering picture of me, but it's the only decent one I have of Erik and after all, this whole crawl was his baby, and I think he totally deserves his props. So, there you go.
Here's me with a friend of mine who everyone seems to think is my doppleganger. We don't really see it. Sure, we both have round faces and curly hair that we happen to always straighten on the same day. We even share the same name, but she pronounces her Tara, like Teara the paper and I pronounce mine like Churlita. But she has these amazing blue/green eyes that you can't really see in these photos and she's 25 and I'm 42. She likes to say that she wants to be me when she grows up, and I keep telling her to go ahead and set her sights that low, and she will surely achieve her goals.
Here we at the piano bar. At this point in the evening, everyone was trying to get people to make out with each other. I was totally okay with that, because I can be kind of a voyeur that way. At one point, some guys were trying to get Tara and I to make-out with each other, but we decided to give them the kiss-off instead. Suck on that.
After the bars closed, a few of us ended up doing after hours at my friend Dave's house. I hadn't done after hours at Dave's since he owned a video store in one of those cute little houses down
by the railroad tracks on Dubuque Street. It was tons of fun, but I started to really fade. So, whatever stragglers of us that were left, all shared a cab where we were forced to listen to Christmas music performed by the likes of Whitney Houston and Barry Manilow all the way home.