Thursday, August 19, 2010
We Go Blind When We've Needed To See, And This Leans On Me Like A Rootless Tree
I often have good intentions.
Take last Saturday for instance. We went to our usual bar, on the usual night... except we went early to see a few bands.
Your good friend Kris, with the aforementioned good intentions, thought "Alright. We'll go early. Take it easy. Head home before last call. Simple!"
...but y'know what they say about the best laid plans of mice, men, and this chick.
I have failed.
I shoulda known better.
Good intentions don't take these glorious photos of Ken.
And without all the bottles of 50, how could I have messed up this picture so badly and cut Leah out un-intenionally?
And if I had gone home early?
There would be no knowledge of Ken's awesome Smorkin' Labbit hat. I never could've tried it on.
Where's the fun in that?
Look at the beard. Ya think that beard has good intentions?
No sir. It does not.
And look! It seems to be a sausage party full of unhappy men on the patio...
....but when they see a camera, they are suddenly jovial and proud of their nipples. (Seriously. Look at 'em all clamoring to be on camera.)
Ah yes. That guy.
The first winner from Canadian Idol.
I took a posed-candid photo, cuz I told him my mom was a fan.
Turns out, she is not.
I didn't intend for this to be a picture post.
But frankly, we all know what happens with my intentions.