This is probably one of the most gorgeous and exotic flowers I’ve seen.
I’m not entirely sure what it is, but it grows on a vine, and I walk by it every morning on my way to work. I brought my camera with me one morning when the sun was out, and felt like sharing it with you.
I was going to write a recap of our latest meet up, but after starting a new job this week with imposing deadlines, keeping Jenny out past her curfew on Monday, drinking wine to celebrate Sibyl‘s new tattoo on Tuesday, hanging out with some of the rockingest bloggers I know on Wednesday, and going to a birthday party on Thursday, I discovered that today I am completely pooped out.
Fortunately Brandon and Jenny have both written up totally sweet recaps already, so with that pressure off I feel free to just post a few pictures and call it good.
Oh yeah, and one more thing. You guys?
You guys are awesome, and you know it. Thanks for the great time.
It’s not something I’ve confessed to before, but the truth is I was rather disappointed with my own performance at TequilaCon this past March. I attribute my mediocrity to a lack of discipline when it came to training: I had promised myself that for the entire month preceding the event I would drink an entire glass of tequila every night (not a shot, mind you, but an entire pint glass) in order to be be able to fully bring my A-game on the big day. Sadly, I fell short of my goals, managing to only gulp down the full glass on weekends like some sort of amateur.
I let myself down. Worse yet, I let other bloggers down, and for that there is no excuse.
As my plans for tonight have been well established, I decided to let the mistakes of the past go and dedicate myself anew to the pursuit of good times. So I grabbed my best dancing shoes and favorite red suspenders, and took to the streets on my lunch hour to get some practice in before tonight. So DON’T STOP ME NOW.
[kml_flashembed movie="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQrHMqHIT0c" width="425" height="350" wmode="transparent" /]
At this point someone no doubt will note that no one does, in fact, call me Mr. Fahrenheit. To which I can only reply, “Not yet.”
(Confidential to Eclectic in WA: Your presence tonight is already sorely missed. Really.)
Disclaimer: My actual karaoke performance turns out not to be as great as this.
Yeah, you. Don’t pretend like you don’t know I’m talking to you. All I gotta say is, “Bring it!”
So long as my department continues to use my workspace for storage, I might as well get this in my office as well.
Just sayin’.
Comments(6)