the photos are back!

ah ha. requisite stupid self-portrait. me, in my room. you can see: silver hoop earrings i bought in florence; remote to my crappy tv; votive candle holders from ikea; mirror from target; ceramic drawer thing from pier 1; jam jars from somewhere in italy. seems i've completed my transformation to retarded yuppie. hurrah!

here is the backyard behind my house. sometimes it's a pain in the ass to live in the suburbs, far from d.c. and over 1.5 miles from the metro, but this backyard is pretty cool. we plan to have a big outdoors party sometime after the cicadas are long, long gone.

here's the marquee for the arlington cinema 'n drafthouse, which is a wonderful place, because you can drink, smoke, eat, and watch movies on a nice big screen to your heart's content.

after seeing master and commander with kriston and tommy the other night, we went to the hard times cafe in arlington afterwards. v. v. good chili.

more of the chili place! blurry, unfortunately.

saturday afternoon, due to the in-fricking-credible weather, tommy hosted a bbq at his place. i ran a 10k that morning, so i spent most of the time half-drunk and dozing in the sun. perfect way to pass a saturday. above are two of my roommates, julie and naomi. what is so funny? perhaps charles' shoe?

here is naomi and another of my lovely roommates, becca.

ahh, 20-somethings in suburbia, roasting a beer can chicken. tommy's gotten quite good at making beer can chicken, which turns out wonderful and tasty and juicy. you just slather a whole chicken in olive oil, salt and pepper, shove an open can of beer up its butt, and roast it upright on a grill for close to an hour.

tommy gets all manly with the chicken.

voila! yum.

jon, tommy's roommate. chills on the hammock. soon after finishing that glass of white wine, he transitioned into drinking straight out of the bottle. rock.

so, tommy was an eagle scout and everything, but he can't even start a little fire. what is up with that? why am i dating him? don't you go into the boy scouts specifically to learn to how to start fires?

brian, sans any boy scout training whatsoever, starts a roaring fire in about two minutes. that's more like it.

teresa, jess, jon and mike hang out around the fire. that is all! bbq was a success, and i enjoyed taking many pointless pictures. you should expect many more blurry pointless pictures in the future. ie, here is my living room! here is my car! here is the front of my office building! here is a homeless man in dupont circle who just hit on me! etc.