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Sunday, February 25, 2007

photoramarama


aforementioned photos posted below. i have access to a few more (that are super sweet), but am unable to download them. booooo. hopefully soon though. and i am still waiting on san diego/l.a. photos, so those will come in time as well.

BIKING ADVENTURES

the morning/afternoon of our housewarming party, rudy and i set off on bike to go a farmer's market and buy the hard alcohol. on the way back, he fell in love with a little red rider wagon. so. the ride home = two bikes, two folks dressed like fools, two backpacks full of alcohol and a little red wagon being dragged along by either member of the biking posse. ridiculous.

proof:





final stop: my front stoop. i have a front stoop like bill cosby's. note the little red rider wagon and rudy's understandable exhaustion.



HOUSEWARMING PARTY BEGINS

8:30pm: 10-15 bluegrass singers show up at our house. they have brought instruments. the housemates think they are my friends, but i have met one of them, well, once. so they show up at 8:30. party's "scheduled" at 9:30. i am still in pjs and haven't showered. they perform IN MY BEDROOM.

proof:

they are sitting on the couch in the area of my room that does NOT have the loft overhead. to the right: the entrance to my room. to the left, the deck and my desk. please note my tiny czech records, ample windows, hardwood floors and bluegrass groupies. oooooh, also i just realized you can see my loft bed in the window reflection...





below: ryan (housemate) and damian (his brother). they are watching the bluegrass performance from the kitchen. damian is wearing my chicken costume. um, my chicken costume.






GENERAL PARTY PHOTOS:

the curly-haired dude to the left is ian, the keys player for j.v. - next to ian is eric#1, who lived with me at my first flat in sf (when my room was a closet and i lived in danger zone)


party in process


my deck. note the texas koozie. i used it throughout the night to "prove" that i was from texas.


under my loft bed. note the spiral staircase.


our kitchen is being taken over


polyamorous jahshwa. met him the first night i moved to sf. friend of heather's (and miiine).


rudy in grunge gear. I LOVE HIM.


3:30am: aaaaaaaaaahahhaa. the full indie-rock concert begins IN MY LIVING ROOM. note one of our couches upturned in the corner, microphones and amps. this is what i walked into. i had no idea this was happening 20 seconds before this photo was taken.



HOUSEMATE MANIA:

ruthie: super cute, sews like a mad woman, works at a billion venues in the city and going to art school. one of the most focused 23 year-olds i know. i take it back: 23-30 year-olds.


with ryan. he's hip. don't you worry.


the four of us as one: ruthie, jen, eric #3 and ryan

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ok that's all for now. more soon. i love you kids - jen

5 Comments:

  • the girl in the red feather and the boy in the nice brown coat look like they are in loooooooove.

    but not as deeply as we are in loooove.

    i am glad that these people are making you real happy.

    By Blogger Diane, at 3:20 PM  

  • why do you party like its 1999.i mean an indie 1999, but still the same decadent uber-hip prince style partying replete w/costumed people and chic folk. you are too much. also i got a wee bit excited when i saw your fingerless gloves in the last pic, but then a wee bit sad bc they werent mine. call me selfish. ha. youre life looks amazing and fun i hope you never come back to boring texas and always live the life i wish i did. haha.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:04 PM  

  • ps. rudy time. so jealous. hug that big jerk for me.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:05 PM  

  • I loooove the feathers and chicken costumes, vests and fancy biker gloves. people in texas need to learn from this example. haha! i can't believe you had bands playing in your bedroom! AWE-some.

    By Blogger Attica, at 11:27 AM  

  • Great photos. Great apartment (live music of that quality in your own bedroom... god). I mailed you a letter today. Miss you.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 5:09 PM  

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