weekend play-by-play.

happy 60th birthday to papa.

getting it started at Saint Ann's

the loon-style drinks (can you even stand to have more than one of their mixed drinks in an evening?!) started flowing and folks started enjoying themselves. 

nice that eric was there to entertain michelle and michelle was there to entertain eric.

we then took a vote and moved the party to Lee Harvey's.  and thank god.  i can only take so many gals -- actually i'm not gonna do that.  (ok, but i do want to know when super-thin yoga pants, no panties, and those super stacked, strappy heels became the hostess uniform.  it was fucking stressin' me out watching those gals try to get around - it's like a cirque du soleil act.  i wonder how often someone breaks an ankle up in that joint.)  so let's just say i was thrilled to be at Lee Harvey's, eating fries, drinkin' whiskey-diets, and listening to Boys Named Sue.

also, hanging with this guy.

i had to give him a good pat.  and a french fry.

and suddenly, my brother, Reid, loses his mind.

he screams across the yard to some girl walking up the sidewalk.  it just happened to be the bitchin'est Top Chef contestant, Casey Thompson.  so there might be a wedding soon, i'm not sure.  i think there was some kind of proposal.

i think casey thompson is his john cusack.

(we're almost done - hang in there.)

so then, Cierra falls in love with one of these guys even though they don't live here and also suck.  just kidding.  i don't know that for sure.  i'm just trying to receive the message they're trying to send with those cheek piercings.

i'm sure it's a very nice dumpster they live in.

to be fair to Cierra, at least he loved her back.

it's really sweet.  i have nothing else to say.  well, i do but i'm not gonna.

and then all the drunkstations went home.

the end.

saturday i made lots of new jewelry of which i cannot make any pretty 

pictures because i live in a cave.

and sunday, i made a new earring holder for to store all the earrings i 
make and never wear (and i swear it looks a million times better in real life.)

Exhibit A: i am in dire need of a photography set-up at the house.  and a better flash.  and other stuff.

Exhibit B.  i'm embarrassed to even post these pictures.

so there you have it.

that's all i got.

i don't have to grow up because i'm gay.

first let me say that i just can't be bothered to blog these days because i am completely distracted by my new love, pinterest. i actually can't be bothered to do many things these days because of my new love.

i will always, however, find time to celebrate and that is just what we did last weekend for st. paddy's day. it has become a big to-do with the parking of the cars, the food prep, the trashcan punch, the t-shirt design . . . it goes on and on. and i can't say that i'm not slightly embarrassed to be 32 years old and still designing Team Amiel koozies that say "i'm fucking drunk" and boozin' it up on the street at     7 a.m. while many of my friends are at home with the kiddos, going to soccer practice or the zoo, i'm getting sloppy. my honest thought, though, is that it has something to do with having kids. i feel like that's the tipping point and since, uh, i don't get to have them (or at least not very easily), i haven't been required to really grow up. yep that's right - i just excused my behavior and used being gay as an excuse. i'm pretty good at rationalizing my ridiculousness.

anyhow, we had some good times. here's the proof:

in the next picture, reid's hand is over hallie's mouth.

Team Amiel

nothing wrong with sipping champagne from the bottle

then there was the after party at the Dojo with Papa Large:

eric was actually doing back-flips, beer in hand. 

Team Amiel MVP nomination.

drunksies.

a little flip cup, played incorrectly.

a little front yard sittin'.

pétanque in the front yard: my favorite part of the day.

third annual drunk vacation.

i mean, beach vacation.  team amiel's third annual beach vacation has been booked.  it's true, galveston isn't the most beautiful or the most exciting place on the planet, but it's close, we can all get there easily, and they have the most excellent dance club, Boomba, with it's very own stripper pole.  who could want for more than that? 

 we're staying in the same house since it can accommodate more team amiel members than any other house on the island.  plus it has the perfect room for the kegerator AND has an elevator, which was the source of much amusement (and frustration) last year.

here's hoping that 2011 will live up to 2010's:

bavarian (or bulgarian) festival

cutting edge fashion

75 cent beers

canoe shoe hilarity

complete and utter excess

and general good time.

 
;)

BANG.

that's right. i like guns. i mean, i like to shoot them.

but no, i don't think people should be allowed to have them in their houses (especially after seeing photographs of the kind of damage they can do in my Death Investigation class.)

and of course, as the funniest transvestite in the world, Eddie Izzard, says "Guns don't kill people, people kill people, and monkeys do too (if they have a gun)." 

so i'm quite a fan. this is my high.