The final haphazard conglomeration of photos over the last few weeks.
Julian turned 18. Finally.
There was an Arabian Nights themed dessert party. Ryo nailed it.
Bananaman and his jello weiners.
Bob and Eleanor.
The sky was on fire the night after the triathlon.
Arwen from NC was visiting SF.
Liz and I toured around the city.
Liz rides with style.
It was Becky’s birthday.
Kari quit smoking.
Galen’s a weird dude.
But a happy dude.
We took a break from our strenuous ride to catch a quick vista.
Pat is too busy basking in the golden light to post a blog.
The Lion at Vital Ital cafe. The Pure Niceness smoothie is what dreams are made of.
Good and evil. Just kidding, she’s sweet as vegan brownies.
I got an Aston Martin at the very end of the night at work. I spun it around the block a little. Pretty much mandatory.
I always fall asleep on the F bus, but I don’t think I’ve ever drooled like this guy.
Cameron and I made a movie for Naira last night.
Bowl of pogs. Still life doesn’t get any better than that.
Thanks for looking. Next time we’ll be seeing life in the West Carribean.