POTD - Celebrate Your Friendship

Jay and Beth are friends.  This is how they celebrate.

For more great jumping, check out Freedom Jumping - www.freedomjumping.com

-JoeySee

POTD - Celebrate Your Friendship

Jay and Beth are friends.  This is how they celebrate.

For more great jumping, check out Freedom Jumping - www.freedomjumping.com

-JoeySee

POTD - Slack Face - Chris

For today's Picture of the Day, I've included this photo of Chris doing one of my favourite camera activities - slack face.  Chris has a fantastically loose face, which you absolutely need for this type of modeling.

This photo was actually taken by Flounder.  He is a giant fish.  And he's also a giant friend.

Chris, aka Fabio

-JoeySee

POTD - Slack Face - Chris

For today's Picture of the Day, I've included this photo of Chris doing one of my favourite camera activities - slack face.  Chris has a fantastically loose face, which you absolutely need for this type of modeling.

This photo was actually taken by Flounder.  He is a giant fish.  And he's also a giant friend.

Chris, aka Fabio

-JoeySee

Bed Bugs - Not Just A "Good Night" Phrase

I feel compelled to write about an incident that occurred last week during training for my new job.  I would normally have just shrugged it off as a unlucky happening, but this particular "happening" has persisted for 6 days now in the form of what looks like a condensed small pox epidemic, and feels like a thousand tiny little ants pinching me up and down my body.

I was staying at the American Inn of Bethesda during training.  It stood unimposingly next to a gigantic Double Tree on the main drag in Bethesda, Maryland.  Though unimpressive from the outside, the rooms were cozy enough, and I found the beds to be quite comfortable.

The first nite was a breeze.  I went out for some Indian food, then hung out at the hotel, did some picture editing, and thanks to the Indian food I had just eaten, tested out the strength of the bathroom facilities.  (I'd say strong to quite strong)

The next evening, after getting some Asian food with my fellow trainee, Jamie, I returned to the hotel to blog about my encounter with Jenny & Tyler.  (see previous post)  As I was writing and going thru pictures, I began to feel like I was getting bitten by some aggressive mosquitoes.  I felt a little pinch, slapped the spot, and looked around to find evidence of mosquitoes, but to my surprise, I found none.

Mosquitoes are pretty easy to spot in contained rooms where almost everything is white.  Not only are they easy to see, but if for some reason you can't see them, you will most definitely hear them as they come unfailingly close to whine in your ears as if their main objective is to suck blood out fro your very ear drum.

I experienced neither sight nor sound of mosquitoes, and so decided to call it a nite and go to bed.

The next morning I woke up and felt as if my skin was on fire.  I looked down to find dense constellations of red marks all over my chest, stomach, arms and legs.  I looked like a 4 year old with chicken pox, or what may better be described as a human dartboard, speckled with pimplish looking itchy-as-eff pock marks every where.

I couldn't believe the destruction that had taken place on my body the nite before.  And I couldn't believe how much I wanted to tear off my skin.  The only thing I could think it would be, thanks to a conversation I recalled having with my pops, is bed bugs.  I consulted a few online resources, and found that my symptoms were in fact synonymous with those of the creatures of nite time well wishing.

A small sampling of the aftermath

Now, I spent a year and a half in South Africa.  The majority of that time was spent sleeping in sub-par housing that was essentially open and available to all of nature's elements, be it weather or wildlife.  The worst experiences with regards to sleep in South Africa involved soul-sucking agile mosquitoes (problem was mostly solved when I bought  an oscillating fan) and a near miss with a scorpion hanging out by my tired head.  Neither of these incidents was a burden to me like my current condition.

I also just spent a week in Guadalajara.  I was in a hotel where you couldn't drink the tap water, and if you tried to adjust the water temperature while showering, you'd get shocked thru your fingers and hands.  I had no problems with any insects there.

It just seems bass ackwards that after spending so much time in other countries with lesser amenities I would get mauled like this in a decent hotel in Bethesda, MD.

One of my favourite parts was bringing my attention to the manager at the hotel.  I called ahead to let the hotel know I would need to switch rooms.  When I showed up later in the day, the manager was apologizing to me about what happened, and we proceeded to have the following conversation:

Manager (with his eyes lowered and darting back and forth): "You know, we're really sorry about what happened... we moved all your stuff out of your old room and into a different one down the hall... But y'know, we combed the room and didn't find any evidence of bed bugs... we found a small spider and killed it, so that may have been what happened."

Me (lifting my shirt to show him the terror unleashed):  "Sir, this was not caused by a small spider."

Like constellations in the nite sky...

Manager (eyes still darting from floor to floor): "Yea, y'know, we're real sorry about that, but like I said, we couldn't find any evidence of what it was... I mean, it may have been ants too."

...

......

At this point, I wanted to let loose a bit and yell "HOW ARE ANTS ANY BETTER THAN BEDBUGS???"

But I didn't.  I laughed out loud at his ridiculous statement, shrugged, and just asked him to make sure all my stuff was out of the old room and into the new one.

People make funny rationalizations when they're in a corner.  Maybe it wasn't ants... maybe it was beetles!  Pick any member of the arthropod family!

I showed all my friends my bites that week, because despite my miserable itchiness, I still find the irony of the situation hilarious.  No one else in the hotel was attacked.  It was just me.  And not even on the first nite!  Just the second!

I hope these things will go away soon.  Last nite I seem to have gotten carried away in my sleep and opened a few up with my tireless scratching.  I've been covering them with cortizone cream, and am going to start taking some oral benadryl.  If any one has any other remedies in mind, please do inform me.

Until next time, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite.

Seriously...

-JoeySee

Bed Bugs - Not Just A "Good Night" Phrase

I feel compelled to write about an incident that occurred last week during training for my new job.  I would normally have just shrugged it off as a unlucky happening, but this particular "happening" has persisted for 6 days now in the form of what looks like a condensed small pox epidemic, and feels like a thousand tiny little ants pinching me up and down my body.

I was staying at the American Inn of Bethesda during training.  It stood unimposingly next to a gigantic Double Tree on the main drag in Bethesda, Maryland.  Though unimpressive from the outside, the rooms were cozy enough, and I found the beds to be quite comfortable.

The first nite was a breeze.  I went out for some Indian food, then hung out at the hotel, did some picture editing, and thanks to the Indian food I had just eaten, tested out the strength of the bathroom facilities.  (I'd say strong to quite strong)

The next evening, after getting some Asian food with my fellow trainee, Jamie, I returned to the hotel to blog about my encounter with Jenny & Tyler.  (see previous post)  As I was writing and going thru pictures, I began to feel like I was getting bitten by some aggressive mosquitoes.  I felt a little pinch, slapped the spot, and looked around to find evidence of mosquitoes, but to my surprise, I found none.

Mosquitoes are pretty easy to spot in contained rooms where almost everything is white.  Not only are they easy to see, but if for some reason you can't see them, you will most definitely hear them as they come unfailingly close to whine in your ears as if their main objective is to suck blood out fro your very ear drum.

I experienced neither sight nor sound of mosquitoes, and so decided to call it a nite and go to bed.

The next morning I woke up and felt as if my skin was on fire.  I looked down to find dense constellations of red marks all over my chest, stomach, arms and legs.  I looked like a 4 year old with chicken pox, or what may better be described as a human dartboard, speckled with pimplish looking itchy-as-eff pock marks every where.

I couldn't believe the destruction that had taken place on my body the nite before.  And I couldn't believe how much I wanted to tear off my skin.  The only thing I could think it would be, thanks to a conversation I recalled having with my pops, is bed bugs.  I consulted a few online resources, and found that my symptoms were in fact synonymous with those of the creatures of nite time well wishing.

A small sampling of the aftermath

Now, I spent a year and a half in South Africa.  The majority of that time was spent sleeping in sub-par housing that was essentially open and available to all of nature's elements, be it weather or wildlife.  The worst experiences with regards to sleep in South Africa involved soul-sucking agile mosquitoes (problem was mostly solved when I bought  an oscillating fan) and a near miss with a scorpion hanging out by my tired head.  Neither of these incidents was a burden to me like my current condition.

I also just spent a week in Guadalajara.  I was in a hotel where you couldn't drink the tap water, and if you tried to adjust the water temperature while showering, you'd get shocked thru your fingers and hands.  I had no problems with any insects there.

It just seems bass ackwards that after spending so much time in other countries with lesser amenities I would get mauled like this in a decent hotel in Bethesda, MD.

One of my favourite parts was bringing my attention to the manager at the hotel.  I called ahead to let the hotel know I would need to switch rooms.  When I showed up later in the day, the manager was apologizing to me about what happened, and we proceeded to have the following conversation:

Manager (with his eyes lowered and darting back and forth): "You know, we're really sorry about what happened... we moved all your stuff out of your old room and into a different one down the hall... But y'know, we combed the room and didn't find any evidence of bed bugs... we found a small spider and killed it, so that may have been what happened."

Me (lifting my shirt to show him the terror unleashed):  "Sir, this was not caused by a small spider."

Like constellations in the nite sky...

Manager (eyes still darting from floor to floor): "Yea, y'know, we're real sorry about that, but like I said, we couldn't find any evidence of what it was... I mean, it may have been ants too."

...

......

At this point, I wanted to let loose a bit and yell "HOW ARE ANTS ANY BETTER THAN BEDBUGS???"

But I didn't.  I laughed out loud at his ridiculous statement, shrugged, and just asked him to make sure all my stuff was out of the old room and into the new one.

People make funny rationalizations when they're in a corner.  Maybe it wasn't ants... maybe it was beetles!  Pick any member of the arthropod family!

I showed all my friends my bites that week, because despite my miserable itchiness, I still find the irony of the situation hilarious.  No one else in the hotel was attacked.  It was just me.  And not even on the first nite!  Just the second!

I hope these things will go away soon.  Last nite I seem to have gotten carried away in my sleep and opened a few up with my tireless scratching.  I've been covering them with cortizone cream, and am going to start taking some oral benadryl.  If any one has any other remedies in mind, please do inform me.

Until next time, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite.

Seriously...

-JoeySee

Is This A Dream?

The short answer is:  No!!!  

Thank God! Goodness!

Why so happy?  

Today was my first day of training for my new job.  It was ok.  The people seem to be good people, the business just that - a business.  I have another 3 1/2 days ahead of me, and they should go relatively smoothly.  

In all honesty, I'm not here to blog about my first day of training, per se.  Per say?  How do I spell that?

I was out to lunch with my new managers and a new trainee like myself at a place called... hmm.  I don't seem to recall the name of it.  Cafe something.  Dulce?  In hindsight, I should've looked at the sign on the restaurant, if only to remember the most amazing thing that happened there.  

We were making small talk, waiting for our food and I was looking around the restaurant for the waitress who I swear was a cheerleader at the University of Delaware.  I couldn't confirm or deny this definitively, but I'm almost positive it was the case that she was.  I think her face was even on a UD bus at some point.  

That wasn't the most amazing thing.  Not even by a long shot.  

As my eyes were wandering around the restaurant, they landed on a child outside chasing a balloon attached to his wrist.  It was easy to see him outside because the whole store front was floor to ceiling windows.  I followed the child with my gaze until I lost sight of him by the door of the restaurant.  It was at this point I saw the backs of two figures looking at the menu posted outside the restaurant entrance.  

They... looked...

Familiar...

My heart skipped about 9 beats as my mind wrapped itself around the possibility that these two people might be who I thought they were...

A slender, gentle, dark blonde haired girl was standing next to a handsome fellow in an earth toned collared shirt with a fairly muscular figure.  

I knew the back of their heads very well.  

I excused myself in a flash and ran out the door to stand behind them.  I don't remember what I said to get them to turn around, but I wish I would've sung a line from one of their songs, because that would've totally blown their mind.  

The two beautiful people who turned around were none other than Jenny & Tyler Somers, of mythical and musical fame around the parts of Delaware and Nashville.  I hadn't seen them in over two years!  (That's kind of a lie) And here they were in Bethesda, Maryland!  And so was I!  Turns out they were on their way back home to Nashville from Delaware, but their car had some minor troubles, so they brought it to a dealer in town to get looked at before their 10 plus hour drive south.  

Jenny & Tyler!!! (and me)

 

None of us were really supposed to be here in the grand scheme of life, but here we were, face to face in an event all too wonderful to be accurately expressed in words.  

So I lied a bit when I said I haven't seen them in two years.  I actually saw them play in Philadelphia at the Tin Angel back in January.  But it was only a short amount of time that I got to spend with them.  And alas, our time together today was fated to be short lived as well.  

The surprise and  joy that overwhelmed me at seeing them was so great, that my hands were actually shaking.  Jenny handed me a copy of their new CD, "This Isn't A Dream" which is playing on my laptop now as I write this.  I could barely contain my excitement.

This Isn't A Dream

 

If you would, please check out their website, and buy either or both of their CDs.  Their music is written from deep inside their hearts, and the sound they achieve together is like sweet velvet candy to the ears.  They not only play well together, but are fantastic song writers.  A few of their songs have brought tears to my eyes - both because of the beautiful sounds that reached my ears, and also because I'm infinitely proud of them for following their dreams and passions so unashamedly, with such conviction, that nothing stops them.  

They are incredible musicians, amazing people, and outstanding friends.  

They're also fun to be with.  For proof, watch this video.

Please do yourself (and Jenny & Tyler) a favour, and listen to their music.  

http://jennyandtylermusic.com/
http://jennyandtyler.wordpress.com/

Ciao...

 

-JoeySee

Is This A Dream?

The short answer is:  No!!!  

Thank God! Goodness!

Why so happy?  

Today was my first day of training for my new job.  It was ok.  The people seem to be good people, the business just that - a business.  I have another 3 1/2 days ahead of me, and they should go relatively smoothly.  

In all honesty, I'm not here to blog about my first day of training, per se.  Per say?  How do I spell that?

I was out to lunch with my new managers and a new trainee like myself at a place called... hmm.  I don't seem to recall the name of it.  Cafe something.  Dulce?  In hindsight, I should've looked at the sign on the restaurant, if only to remember the most amazing thing that happened there.  

We were making small talk, waiting for our food and I was looking around the restaurant for the waitress who I swear was a cheerleader at the University of Delaware.  I couldn't confirm or deny this definitively, but I'm almost positive it was the case that she was.  I think her face was even on a UD bus at some point.  

That wasn't the most amazing thing.  Not even by a long shot.  

As my eyes were wandering around the restaurant, they landed on a child outside chasing a balloon attached to his wrist.  It was easy to see him outside because the whole store front was floor to ceiling windows.  I followed the child with my gaze until I lost sight of him by the door of the restaurant.  It was at this point I saw the backs of two figures looking at the menu posted outside the restaurant entrance.  

They... looked...

Familiar...

My heart skipped about 9 beats as my mind wrapped itself around the possibility that these two people might be who I thought they were...

A slender, gentle, dark blonde haired girl was standing next to a handsome fellow in an earth toned collared shirt with a fairly muscular figure.  

I knew the back of their heads very well.  

I excused myself in a flash and ran out the door to stand behind them.  I don't remember what I said to get them to turn around, but I wish I would've sung a line from one of their songs, because that would've totally blown their mind.  

The two beautiful people who turned around were none other than Jenny & Tyler Somers, of mythical and musical fame around the parts of Delaware and Nashville.  I hadn't seen them in over two years!  (That's kind of a lie) And here they were in Bethesda, Maryland!  And so was I!  Turns out they were on their way back home to Nashville from Delaware, but their car had some minor troubles, so they brought it to a dealer in town to get looked at before their 10 plus hour drive south.  

Jenny & Tyler!!! (and me)

 

None of us were really supposed to be here in the grand scheme of life, but here we were, face to face in an event all too wonderful to be accurately expressed in words.  

So I lied a bit when I said I haven't seen them in two years.  I actually saw them play in Philadelphia at the Tin Angel back in January.  But it was only a short amount of time that I got to spend with them.  And alas, our time together today was fated to be short lived as well.  

The surprise and  joy that overwhelmed me at seeing them was so great, that my hands were actually shaking.  Jenny handed me a copy of their new CD, "This Isn't A Dream" which is playing on my laptop now as I write this.  I could barely contain my excitement.

This Isn't A Dream

 

If you would, please check out their website, and buy either or both of their CDs.  Their music is written from deep inside their hearts, and the sound they achieve together is like sweet velvet candy to the ears.  They not only play well together, but are fantastic song writers.  A few of their songs have brought tears to my eyes - both because of the beautiful sounds that reached my ears, and also because I'm infinitely proud of them for following their dreams and passions so unashamedly, with such conviction, that nothing stops them.  

They are incredible musicians, amazing people, and outstanding friends.  

They're also fun to be with.  For proof, watch this video.

Please do yourself (and Jenny & Tyler) a favour, and listen to their music.  

http://jennyandtylermusic.com/
http://jennyandtyler.wordpress.com/

Ciao...

 

-JoeySee

What a Jet Setter

I don't really know what a jet-setter is, but I know the first time I heard it was on a tv commercial in South Africa in Beautiful Downtown Jane Furse at the humble abode of the good Doctor Tom Barker.  

(I did a quick search for a youtube video of the commercial, but all I found was this, which is not the commercial I had seen, but is entertaining nonetheless)

But I digress.  Terribly.  

I have been on the move the past 2 days, stepping up into the world of "Those Who Are Employed" as well as "20-somethings Who No Longer Live With Their Parents".  Moving up this rung on the social ladder has it's upsides and downsides.  I won't get into either, but it's nice to be starting a different chapter of my life now.  

I left good ol' Long Island early Saturday morning after a fantastic Friday evening spent with two beautiful friends, Allie and Brianne.  We made a fire, drank red wine, and ate chocolate ganache and cookie dough ice cream.  If there is a better way to spend a nite at home, I don't know what it is.  

Mmmm... Chocolate ganache

 

I got to NYC around 10 am, and stood outside Madison Square Garden watching an amateur Mormon church choir of about 40 people sing hymns into a single microphone.  They were not very good, even for an amateur choir.  In fact, they sounded like someone took the most awkward and untalented people from every junior high school in northwestern Utah, assembled them for this NYC gig, and told them to make up the words (and notes) as they went along.  

No comment.  They weren't very good.  

 

They even spiced up their sets by preaching about Jesus in between every single song.  The people they picked for the preaching job were all men - men who obviously had never been in front of a microphone in their life before, and who also all needed a cheat sheet to remember the lines they were preaching...

"So remember... my... friends.  Earthly friends will turn their back... on you.  But... if you want an... if you want an eternal friend, you always have a friend in... in... Jesus."  

Practice makes perfect I guess.  

I took the Bolt Bust up to Boston around 11, and sat next to a nice girl named Michelle who plays cello in an "indie-rock, folk, punk" band called Kittens Ablaze.  She was good company for the trek up, and we had some good conversation, except for the time period when I fell asleep hanging over into the aisle, blocking people's routes to the bathroom in the back of the bus.  I woke up with a terrible crick in my neck and back, and a line of about 5 people waiting to get past.  

I was stoked to use the internet on the bus - what a cool thing to do!  I opened up my laptop and started to check emails, look at photos on facebook, and edit some photos of my own.  The only problem for me (as I found out) is that I can't look at the screen too long in a moving vehicle - my eyes start to bug out, I get dizzy and I start to get a headache and feel funny in my stomach.  

Kinda like what happens when I see a really really pretty girl walking towards me.

I'm still going to try the internet thing again the next bus ride I take.  I can't resist the idea of being online in a situation where the former form of entertainment was playing rock, paper, scissors with my brother for hours on end during car rides to see distant relatives.  Now I can even research RPS strategy while on a bus and kick my brother's ass next time!  

I arrived in Boston and hopped on the T to go drop my bags off at my good friend Ben's place.  

Ben, studying Spanish

 

Ben (aka BenJAMMIN') is one of my most favourite people in the world.  I haven't seen Ben since the day after we graduated.  That was 3 years ago.  

After getting a bit lost in Brighton while lugging my 4 bags around (yea, I was that guy, in a new city), I found myself at Ben's place.

But Ben wasn't home.  He was climbing a mountain in New Hampshire.  

Typical.  

I dropped off my bag, wrote Ben a short note, and hopped back on the T.

Love note to Benjammin'

 

I was on my way to see good ol' Boston Jen.  She's from Boston.  

Jenny picked me up at the T, and after handing me a snack pack and water (she intuitively knew I was hungry and dehydrated) drove me to a friend's graduation party.  Jen just graduated from law school at Suffolk, and I met a lot of her very awesome friends and laughed with them until my face hurt from smiling.  

Me, Boston Jen, and Nate, circa New Years 2004-2005

 

We went back to Jen's house early in the nite.  Her parents' house was totally "baller" - as the kids say.  Her dad designed the house and her mother decorated the whole thing.  It was by far one of the nicest and most comfortable houses I've ever been in.  I'll have to take some pictures of it next time I'm there.  

We watch Spiderman 3 (which I liked quite a bit actually) and then crashed hard.  

Today we relaxed on the hammock outside, I showed Jen some pictures of my time at Escuela Helen Keller in Guadalajara (which I have yet to post up here), and she drove me to the airport shuttle around 12:30.  

My flight was pretty much cake.  I ate a small bag of peanuts and had some apple juice.

Had some Indian food a little earlier, and now am getting ready to crash before my first day of training tomorrow.  

I'll be posting more throughout the week.  I'll try to get some pictures from Escuela Helen Keller up in a few days.  

That, ladies and gentlemen, is all he wrote.

Goodnite.

-JoeySee

What a Jet Setter

I don't really know what a jet-setter is, but I know the first time I heard it was on a tv commercial in South Africa in Beautiful Downtown Jane Furse at the humble abode of the good Doctor Tom Barker.  

(I did a quick search for a youtube video of the commercial, but all I found was this, which is not the commercial I had seen, but is entertaining nonetheless)

But I digress.  Terribly.  

I have been on the move the past 2 days, stepping up into the world of "Those Who Are Employed" as well as "20-somethings Who No Longer Live With Their Parents".  Moving up this rung on the social ladder has it's upsides and downsides.  I won't get into either, but it's nice to be starting a different chapter of my life now.  

I left good ol' Long Island early Saturday morning after a fantastic Friday evening spent with two beautiful friends, Allie and Brianne.  We made a fire, drank red wine, and ate chocolate ganache and cookie dough ice cream.  If there is a better way to spend a nite at home, I don't know what it is.  

Mmmm... Chocolate ganache

 

I got to NYC around 10 am, and stood outside Madison Square Garden watching an amateur Mormon church choir of about 40 people sing hymns into a single microphone.  They were not very good, even for an amateur choir.  In fact, they sounded like someone took the most awkward and untalented people from every junior high school in northwestern Utah, assembled them for this NYC gig, and told them to make up the words (and notes) as they went along.  

No comment.  They weren't very good.  

 

They even spiced up their sets by preaching about Jesus in between every single song.  The people they picked for the preaching job were all men - men who obviously had never been in front of a microphone in their life before, and who also all needed a cheat sheet to remember the lines they were preaching...

"So remember... my... friends.  Earthly friends will turn their back... on you.  But... if you want an... if you want an eternal friend, you always have a friend in... in... Jesus."  

Practice makes perfect I guess.  

I took the Bolt Bust up to Boston around 11, and sat next to a nice girl named Michelle who plays cello in an "indie-rock, folk, punk" band called Kittens Ablaze.  She was good company for the trek up, and we had some good conversation, except for the time period when I fell asleep hanging over into the aisle, blocking people's routes to the bathroom in the back of the bus.  I woke up with a terrible crick in my neck and back, and a line of about 5 people waiting to get past.  

I was stoked to use the internet on the bus - what a cool thing to do!  I opened up my laptop and started to check emails, look at photos on facebook, and edit some photos of my own.  The only problem for me (as I found out) is that I can't look at the screen too long in a moving vehicle - my eyes start to bug out, I get dizzy and I start to get a headache and feel funny in my stomach.  

Kinda like what happens when I see a really really pretty girl walking towards me.

I'm still going to try the internet thing again the next bus ride I take.  I can't resist the idea of being online in a situation where the former form of entertainment was playing rock, paper, scissors with my brother for hours on end during car rides to see distant relatives.  Now I can even research RPS strategy while on a bus and kick my brother's ass next time!  

I arrived in Boston and hopped on the T to go drop my bags off at my good friend Ben's place.  

Ben, studying Spanish

 

Ben (aka BenJAMMIN') is one of my most favourite people in the world.  I haven't seen Ben since the day after we graduated.  That was 3 years ago.  

After getting a bit lost in Brighton while lugging my 4 bags around (yea, I was that guy, in a new city), I found myself at Ben's place.

But Ben wasn't home.  He was climbing a mountain in New Hampshire.  

Typical.  

I dropped off my bag, wrote Ben a short note, and hopped back on the T.

Love note to Benjammin'

 

I was on my way to see good ol' Boston Jen.  She's from Boston.  

Jenny picked me up at the T, and after handing me a snack pack and water (she intuitively knew I was hungry and dehydrated) drove me to a friend's graduation party.  Jen just graduated from law school at Suffolk, and I met a lot of her very awesome friends and laughed with them until my face hurt from smiling.  

Me, Boston Jen, and Nate, circa New Years 2004-2005

 

We went back to Jen's house early in the nite.  Her parents' house was totally "baller" - as the kids say.  Her dad designed the house and her mother decorated the whole thing.  It was by far one of the nicest and most comfortable houses I've ever been in.  I'll have to take some pictures of it next time I'm there.  

We watch Spiderman 3 (which I liked quite a bit actually) and then crashed hard.  

Today we relaxed on the hammock outside, I showed Jen some pictures of my time at Escuela Helen Keller in Guadalajara (which I have yet to post up here), and she drove me to the airport shuttle around 12:30.  

My flight was pretty much cake.  I ate a small bag of peanuts and had some apple juice.

Had some Indian food a little earlier, and now am getting ready to crash before my first day of training tomorrow.  

I'll be posting more throughout the week.  I'll try to get some pictures from Escuela Helen Keller up in a few days.  

That, ladies and gentlemen, is all he wrote.

Goodnite.

-JoeySee

Paloma Cumplido... and all that Jazz

Here are some of my favourite shots from last Friday nite at Primer Piso.  

Paloma Cumplido and all that Jazz...

Sing

Play

Exhale

Touch

Groove

Flirt

Listen

Look

Besame

Dance

Smile

Watch

Sense

Know

Explore

Take it in

Feel it in your heart

and Sing it out loud

 

More shots can be found at http://www.flickr.com/joeysee

-JoeySee

Paloma Cumplido... and all that Jazz

Here are some of my favourite shots from last Friday nite at Primer Piso.  

Paloma Cumplido and all that Jazz...

Sing

Play

Exhale

Touch

Groove

Flirt

Listen

Look

Besame

Dance

Smile

Watch

Sense

Know

Explore

Take it in

Feel it in your heart

and Sing it out loud

 

More shots can be found at http://www.flickr.com/joeysee

-JoeySee