Bringing in the Sheaves

Tonight I'm bringing a guy I met at Dore Alley this weekend to join the band. He's the one with the biggest PA on the right.

Dore Alley Pictures

This was my first "Up Your Alley" street fair. It wasn't that much more scandalous than an average night out with the boys, but people were in more costumes than a usual night out in the bars.

HOT GUY IN "HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL" BACKPACK



SUPER HUGE PRINCE ALBERT



SEXY FIREMAN AND FOOTBALL PLAYER COUPLE



SOMEWHAT NAKED TWISTER

Bobby

This post is back dated. I've been avoiding talking about this whole Bobby thing because it makes me sound like a douche.

I'm not generally into dating multiple people at once. But the Yaz concert with Bobby was very much like a date. And all the subsequent times we've hung out since then. God, and multiple times before then. We were both avoiding labeling what was going on (a lot of us hanging out, cuddling and making out). Well, it's now been labeled with the "B" word.

Speaking of words that start with "B", I've grown tired of Barak. We knew we wouldn't see each other for two weeks because of our schedule. I didn't hear much from him. Barak didn't hear much from me either. He did try and get a hold of me a few times this week. I'm ignoring him because of the above paragraph.

iStandInLine

For an iPhone. I'm finally going to break down and get a 415 number.

In-N-Out

Work is slow today. I decided to take a seriously long lunch. I'm taking one of the longest, slowest bus lines in town from terminus to terminus for a fast food hamburger.

Double Booking

Yesterday morning, Bobby asked me if I wanted to go to the Yaz concert. I had no idea who they were. After a quick Google confirmed that I was familiar with a few of their songs, I said I'd go.

Of course, I already had plans last night with Barack. But I hadn't heard from him since Friday. As soon as I told Bobby I would go, Barack texted me to firm up plans for that night.

Oops.

I talked to him briefly after work. Bobby and I were heading to dinner, so I couldn't really talk. Barack sounded sad/concerned which is good for my high maintenance side.