As far as alternative dates go I am open for suggestions. I picked February 15 - 18 because it is the last three day weekend before memorial day. I am trying to not miss any time from work this year so would prefer a three day weekend. Memorial day is an option but it is exactly one month from my wedding day (May 26th vs June 27th) and I was concerned with everyone having to do something in May and then one month later having to buy a ticket to San Diego.

For each one of you that can make it, I will enjoy myself more. So here is my request, if February 15 - 18th does not work suggest actual dates when you can do it rather then just saying "later". We can then come together on something workable and make it happen.

Last thing, Bear and I had talked about doing a dual bachelors. He will be having multiple thrown for him and I figured why not double up for the two of us to make it easier for everyone. Bear are you still interested in this or do you prefer something else?

Please add some concrete data all and lets do something.

Portillo + Bear + Santa Fe= Bachelor Party Bliss

When: Feb. 14-18
What: Drinking, Skiing, Snowboarding, Lodging, Camaradering, Dancing, Laughing, Loving, Drugging, Slapping.

Adam Williams and Michael Mazur will be looking into lodging/rates/ski resorts/easy women/mountain goats

In all realness, we need to know who is in and who is not. Does this work for everyone?? I get the understanding that neither Kevin or Lee want a Bachelor Party without everyone there. Correct? So, can we get some voices? I, A-dub, am in. I'll make it work if everybody's down. If not, please say so now so we can get on the same page.

Happy Holiday's

I sure hope I'm on the nice list......

Has anybody called Chris Westfall a pussy lately? I don't know if you guys have seen this but it is Chris Westfall in a fucking cage match. Careful, I think he might have ripped the guy's arm out of his socket and beat him with it.
http://www.travislutter.com/images/fights/
click on ChrisMMA.wmv

SANTE FE PLANS

Gentiles - I feel my `call out Lee Portillo' post has stunted planning for the trip. Apologies. That's not what was intended. That said, I think we'd all like to get the plans set in stone asap, right? So, let's start with the dates. What weekend? Feb. 14 (Thurs) through Monday, Feb. 18? Is that the projected weekend? Does that work for everyone (Faust? is Brown possible?, Miller out?, Chambers out?, Lubahn in? Weiss in?) Just want to see where we all stand, and, yes, I am not wealthy and the sooner purchased the better.

If the date is set, let's find a place/resort/hut/wigwam asap. Mazur, will you build a house for us there? Faust will design it.

To be real, though I called Lee out, it's true I am no master-planner. Actually, I'm pretty poor in this area, so, the more hands on deck the better. Okay, so, let's get it. Glee for Lee as hee bids adee to a life of free and random pussee. Hee hee.

My last question is, if only like four (Lee, Mazur, Kevin and t-shirted Williams) are guarantees, would the option of moving the date back be possible? Lee? If the inclusion of all is not possible, would a date change work better? Food for thought. I like food.

Huggsies,

Chubberson Adams

(There are a lot of questions in this post)

Considering some of the random things we say, I thought this was appropriate...

I'm pretty sure that's the kid from Almost Famous. I'm also sure he thinks you're taking a picture of him.

PICS of when da soldja was back in his fort

cameos by kodiak & his handler, the kodiaks handlers sister, the darlings, c_BONE(s), soldja boi, t-nice, dom perignon, spicy cheet's, sam the pit-lab, the rainmakers, the rainmakers deck, oh and almost forgot WHEAT-germ. the ghost of NOTORIOUS B.I.G was also seen wondering around

Miller heavy

Dear Lee,

The incessant comments about my weight, lack of income, single relationship status and insanely chaotic `busy' schedule are hilarious. Or, in Leee langwage `HeLarryus'. You are so witty and charming. Keep up the good work.

HOWEVER, when you imply that your B-Team Groomsman, Adam Williams, was doing nothing, or was not interested or made no effort to coordinate your Bachelor Party, then maybe you need to take a trip to Introspection-Ville, Population You, and review the events leading up to your spontaneous Bachelor Party declaration.

SOMETIME LATE SEPTEMBER:

Lee ChestVest: `Hey, A-Chub, it would be totally rad if you planned my Bachelor Party. Hey, I like chorizo'

A-Chub: `Sure Lee, I'd love to. I'm glad we're friends and I like you heterosexually. I just ate an entire Baked Ziti.'

EARLY OCTOBER:

A-Chub: Hi Lee, this is your friend, Adam. Adam Williams.

Lee Chestvest: Hello Adam. Do you like danger?

A-Chub: I do. Hey, speaking of danger, how about Tijuana, a small Mexican Puebla, New Mexico, Mexico New, Santa Fe or Crowley for your Bachelor party? Do enjoy those options Lee? If so, say `Yes' now.

Lee Chestvest: `Yes now'.

A-Chub: Very Good. So Lee, about what time of year would you like the Bachelor party to be held, seeing that you get married in July, which is the month Heaven Angels created Magicians.'

Lee: I'm thinking May-ish, maybe MEMORIAL DAY which is (paraphrased) in MOTHER FUCKING MAY.

A-Chub: Superlicious pal. I'm a tiger.

Lee CV: Tiger?

A-Chub: On the prowl for fun!

Both: HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-TEEEHEHEHHE-HAAA- TEHHEEE

EARLY NOVEMBER:

(Voicemail on A-Chub's Garfield phone)

`Chub, this is Lee Chestvest, and I was thinking Sante Fe snowboarding is the way to do it. Call me if you like this plan, though I fully intend to plan it, and POST it, myself because I don't really trust anyone to plan any activity that I am involved in because I plan Mother Fucker. I plan! And though I delegated responsibility onto you, don't forget, wherever there is Planning, `I'll Be There!' Also, when it is revealed that I planned my own party, because as I mentioned, `If I'm not in control, no one is,' then I will endlessly defame you in front of our friends and make you out to be a lazy, self-involved, uninterested, poor, chubby friend and ultimately, my scapegoat, cause that's how I role. How's the weather? Eleah wants to know.'

Oooohh...you like that Lee? You like that? Oh yeah, right there Lee, right there.

Before you read this and your body tempature rises, know that I am addressing this a) as my own self-defense and b) because maybe you need to understand, not negatively Lee, that maybe you like to be in control of what you're doing. There's nothing wrong with it. Nothing at all. Hell, it's an admirable quality to be a leader of your own domain. You bus-ed through South America for Allah's sake. You aint a follower, and that's why we like you.

But, by trying to cast me as `Same Old affable, irresponsible Williams' in order to mask the reality that You maybe wanted to plan it the way You wanted to plan it (see your post of hyperlinks), you've sort of pissed me off. But, because I'm not `Same old fat, sad, Red Dogg, where's my mom Williams' I'm letting it go because I love you, care for you, and want to be the best `Alternate' Groomsman on the block. Even if your Bachelor Party isn't in May, like we talked about. Three times.

So that's that. Hope you aren't angered and respect my perspective. And if you are mad, post it and we'll discuss.

All My Love,

Adam Williams

LEE's ball-drop party

here are some accommodations I found in the three places portillo had in mind. depending on how many people are able to go it looks to be very affordable. even affordable for a social worker i might add.

Angel fire http://www.vrbo.com/126492 sleeps 12 $475/night 6 blocks to slopes
Angel fire http://www.vrbo.com/129839 sleeps 12 $475/night 200 yards to slopes
Angel fire http://www.vrbo.com/69028 sleeps 16 $525/night “walking distance” to slopes

Santa Fe http://www.vrbo.com/106005 sleeps 10 $350/night 5 minutes to downtown
Santa Fe http://www.vrbo.com/117225 sleeps 12 $500-1000/night 10 minutes to downtown drug dealer house
Santa Fe http://www.vrbo.com/8875 sleeps 12 $430/night downtown
All these houses are 15 min’s from slopes. Not sure if santa fe has “ski-in ski-out” accommodations

Taos http://www.vrbo.com/148096 sleeps 8 $600/night can see slopes
Taos http://www.vrbo.com/156139 sleeps 8 $275/night 15 yards from slopes
Taos http://www.vrbo.com/71335 sleeps 10 $400/night 450 yards from slopes

i hate you all

OK. So I'm calling it. Anyone who is interested. How does the third monday in febuary sound? That's president's day. We can fly out and meet up Friday evening. Being on the mountain Saturday morning, and all day saturday and Sunday. And fly back Monday morning, missing no work, unless you don't have Monday off. Faust, I know you are in flux right now with your schedule, so if you can make it or can't, or if a few weeks later is better let me know. I'm in, who else is down?

Animal #2 - 10 Pt. White Taile Deer

Greetings and salutations Bitches,

Well after leaving my bachelor party up to William's, I have for the last few months received many very good suggestions from Federer. 1) Tiajuana 2) A small town in Mexico 3) Etc. Adam, I appreciate the suggestions and the effort but remember this is Portillo-2007, not circa 2003. So I have a suggestions for all to contribute to.

Snowboarding boys trip. I am thinking we do New Mexico. I would prefer you all coming to California so we could do mammoth, but I know how you all roll and figure that less likely. Flights to New Mexico from DFW and San Antonio are 200 hundi round trip. Chi-town is more like 300 round trip, but fortunately, williams is pretty rich.

Other pluses with new mexico include 1) They have casinos with craps 2) The lift tickets are cheaper than colorado or cali 3) We can rent a multi bedroom condo for the weekend off craigslist for a good deal (I have checked) and 4) I have hella cousins in New Mexico so we will have the hook up.

Thoughts?

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Bucky LaGrange

Very Funny Family Guy excerpt...

Man Card

I must first say that I am not a huge proponent of the "Man Card" for two reason.....One, I used to drive a LeBaron GTC convertible, enough said.......and Two, I have a nice photocopied version of my card that gets me into most Sports Academy's and Bass Pro Shops throughout the continental US.


BUT when I saw this photo all that came to mind was the second manliest man I know (Randall Chambers being the first) has been reduced to this.....What the hell is happening to this world??




If that was a squirrel he was holding that he had caught with his bare hands blindfolded...maybe this would be ok

My new sport in life.

Four Ways to Save Sports Media by Chuck Klosterman

A very nice article about what's really wrong with the media, and how sports can avoid the same fate...

happy halloween (volume needed) 8====D

It looks as if I may be moving in December. I have not received the official word, but it has been discussed. I am about 90-95% sure as myself and one other person have requested to go. Therefore, come December when I travel to India, I may not return but travel to my new home Perth, Australia six weeks later and continue to do this for the next year and a half to two years.

Making the Faux-Vintage Real

OK, so most of you received and filled out my recent T Shirt survey... and now I am calling on you once again.

The idea: To create a visual history of the modern man's prized possession: The T.


Here I have collected my favorite T Shirts. Some over 10 years old, others bought last week. Below I created a new identity from the shirts by combining the most compelling visually imagery from each shirt. Thus creating a time capsule of T's so that even when they are lost, stolen, or evaporate due to over-wearing the user will have an archive of their beloved T. This project is in direct opposition to all those crap fake vintage-looking T Shirts companies try to sell our demographic.


Task for the IC Members: Take digital images of your favorite T Shirts and send them to me. Minimum 6 shirts. Maximum 10. Many of my classmates have shown interest in partaking in this project, but I told them to hold off, because I believe I have a focus group already in place. Please tell me if you want to do this, and don't in anyway feel like you have to... But if you say you want to do it, I will need your images by the this Sunday. Ideally the final output for this project will be screen printed T shirts, which I will of course give to you if you decide to do it. I hope you think it is a worthwhile venture.

Adam Faust
Lambda Chi T Shirt Chairman, 2001

So I know its been a while and that I have probably been written off on the blog but I figured if I told a self depricating story, you guys might forgive me.

A while back, I thought that I had received the kind of present you don't want from a girl after a night of intimacy. So I went to see a couple of doctors. The first, a girl at the free clinic who must have been doing a rotation in between model shoots, dropped my pants (don't start thinking bonck chicawawa), took a look and then told me I had to go see a specialist. Although, I could have mixed that up with my spanish given my partial embarrassment at the hot doctor looking at my slightly off color package. Well, that, and the OTHER SIX PEOPLE in the room listening to our conversation. So then I go to the other part of the free clinic where they tell me I need to return at 4 in the morning if I want to be able to "have a consultation." I think "fuck that" I'll tough it out. However, after another two or three days walking around with my legs spread wide enough to give the impression that I was sporting horse like features, I made an appointment at a private hospital nearby.

I go in and tell them I am there to see Doctor Suarez. They quickly corrected me and said I would be seeing Doctora Suarez, another female doctor, sweeeeeet. Now, my spanish has gotten pretty good but unfortunately, they don't teach this kind of vocabulary in the language institute. I get by by saying that I have a "rash" (which by the way, the word is "erupcion", similiar to erection, only different) in a sensitive area for a man. She laughs (quite professionally I might add), gives the international signal to drop my pants, and tells me to hop on the table. After a few terrible and uncomfortable jokes on my part, she takes a GOOD look, writes down a prescription and gives me the prognosis. "Un mal caso de Tiña Crural." She doesn't seem too concerned so I don't panic although my mind is racing since I don't know what the fuck is Tiña Crural. I waddle home as fast as I can, log onto the internet to find out that I have...a bad case of Jock Itch....Well worth the embarrassment of two hot doctors.

Man, it feels good to post again.

IN ADDENDUM.

MAZUR

BEAR


SCREAM.

Now that we are all off becoming adults, or at least suppose to be. I thought it would be nice to take a look back at who are friends are, so the next time your friends asks who you hung out with you can send them this link and then expect not to hear from them again.


marcspoke -



Brown



Faust



Lee (Can you say out kicked his coverage)


ok....



c-bone




Adam


or



or



or



and last but certainly not least

B Dub

NEW YEARS IN TEXAS

Ok, ok, I know this is getting confusing, but the simple fact is, we like each other (sometimes). And we want to celebrate NYE together. So it makes the most sense for us to do that.

So, lets have a good ol fashioned house party. Mazur, Lubahn, whoever... but lets get together, get drunk, yell at each other, make fun of Lubahn, and have fun.

Speak now or....

From DFW (and I'm sure Houston and SA are similar) looks like we can go to...

Philadelphia: $260
San Francisco: $311
Denver: $320
Boise: $360
Cheyenne: for $500

Mexico is like over $600 so screw that idea.

Leave Saturday Dec 29th return Tuesday Jan 1
All prices are round trip

We got to keep the conversation going on this, and come up with a decision before the end of the week...

OK, no pictures, no graphics, lets just get some freaking answers about NYE 2008. Here is my take...

As much fun as Denver would be its quite expensive and no one lives anywhere near Colorado.

I think keeping it in Texas, while very convenient, is not exactly an adventure. But as a backup plan it is fine.

I think Mexico is the ideal place and I am going to suggest we go there for NYE. It is close to most of us, cheap, and should be a proper adventure as well.

Please tell me your thoughts. We really need to hear from everyone on this... because this is important. The New Years Eve Tradition depends on it.

TCU vs UT (September 8th, 2007)

Well, we gave them everything we had. And for 2 quarters of football we were the much more superior football team. 2nd half mistakes (especially in the third quarter) are what killed us, and unfortunately that just opened up the flood gates for the 4th quarter as well. I truly believe that a few plays here and there, and we would've won that football game and anyone who watched it (including UT fans) would say the same. It's unfortunate that we are not playing at Amon G. next season, but I have a feeling a rematch will be coming in years to come - it might just have to take place in January (if you catch my drift).

All in all, it was an outstanding weekend with plenty of highlights - aka Brian Joseph Weiss.

After the game, we needed something to swing out depressing mood. We headed back to the hotel to visit with everyone's old/current friend - Miss M.J. That brightened things up a little bit, so we showered and headed down for dinner at TGI Fridays (it was connected to the hotel). We bumped into David Potter, and guess what; he's wearing a fucking UT burnt orange shirt! Lubahn does not like this at all, so the whole entire time at dinner all Lubahn wanted to talk about was how much he hated David Potter.

Dinner comes to an end with our waitress getting fired because of us. We then head out to old six street.

Big beer after big beer and a few shots the night continues and things become pretty fuzzy. However, most of us all seemed to stay dry, except for Brian Weiss - who as you can see from the picture, was standing in the only rainy spot in the whole bar.

Well, we head back to the hotel room - little bit of an after party takes place and we crash out...

The night, however, does not end here. In fact, for Brian Weiss, this is only the beginning:

(What I am about to write is all told from 2nd person accounts – Katie, Lubahn, and Weiss himself)

- 5:00 AM rolls around (estimate), Weiss gets up from his sleep and walks out of the room. No one, expect for Katie, witnesses this and the only thing that comes to her mind is he must be craving an early morning cig.

- 5:10 AM? Next thing Weiss remembers is being at the front desk of the hotel (fully damped in his same clothes) demanding that they tell him where his room is. At first, they try to explain to him that they cannot give him the information since it is not under his name, so the front desk person calls both of our rooms twice, no answer. (Katie, and Melissa apparently in the other room, actually tried to answer but couldn’t figure out how to use the phone)

- Weiss stayed persistent and pleaded with the staff that he needed to get into his room so he could go back to sleep. They finally give in, and inform Weiss of both room numbers: Room 308 and Room 837

- 5:30 AM. Lubahn hears a bang at the door, gets up to answer and low and behold - Brian Weiss. Weiss relieved that he had found his people tries to make his entrance into the Lubahn’s room. Not so fast, says Lubahn "Weiss, you’re in room 308, go back to bed buddy."

- Weiss wanders the halls of the Radisson, trying his key card in random doors until one lights up green. He fails.

- 5:45 AM. Lubahn hears another loud knock on his door, its Brian Weiss again. "Weiss, this is not your room, you are in room 308." Weiss, who at this point was just trying to go back to bed, begs to Lubahn "Let me just crash in here." "No Weiss,” says Lubahn, “you are in 308." Weiss takes a deep breath, "Ok, 308.. but if I can't find it then I'm coming back."

- 6:00 AM. After a full hour of drunken sleepwalk, Weiss makes it safely back into Room 308, passes back out, and finally calls it a night.

Weiss, even though the Frogs did not beat Texas, you were the stand above M.V.P. of the trip. Whenever I got down during this past Monday and Tuesday, all I had to do was think back to your rainy bar and sleepwalk episode.

The following picture was taken by the staff member at the Radisson Hotel at 5:30 AM:

"I just need my room #!"

TCU vs Baylor (Labor Day Weekend)

OK, real quick story from the Labor Day weekend....

Lubahn and Chambers show back up at The Oui after ditching Katie and I to go downtown with the Mazurs - aka Rum Runners (Kurt and Mazur had mysteriously left “The Pub” earlier in the night screaming RUM!).2 AM rolls around and as we gather up for a group photo. Lubahn (who was out without his wife), yells at a young man who looked to be in his late teens/early twenties.

"Hey! Will you take a picture of us?!"

The young student (who seemed somewhat annoyed already) takes the camera and begins to set up for the classic group snapshot. Right as we gather up and he makes room for himself (to get us all in), Lubahn mutters under his voice, "Man, I don't think I like this guy".

Then right as he is about to capture the perfect group photo, Lubahn shouts at him,

"Dude, don't fuck this up dude! Don't fuck this up! Seriously man, we want this to be good, so Don't Fuck This Up!!"

Very annoyed at this point, the boy cries back at Lubahn, mocking him "Ok Dude, Ok Dude, Ok Dude, I won't fuck it up Dude!" then shakes the camera holds it out in front of him and takes a half ass picture without even looking at the screen. As he tosses the camera back at us, he mumbles "Dumbass".

Then Lubahn, "Dude, I did not like that guy. That guy was an IDIOT,.. Seriously! Fuck that guy."
As for the picture, it ended up being the best of the whole weekend.

I had never heard of the Notting Hill Carnival, as I am sure most of you have not either. It has quite a proud, yet tumultous, history. If you have any interest check it out here. It is a celebration of the large Jamaican and Trinidad population of people in the area of Notting Hill. The area in which I live and work, and from my experience the best area of London. It is where some of the greatest music and art have come from in London. It is also an area mired in racial tension.

My pub, The Pelican, is in the heart of the action, and everyone told me to expect the craziest party Ive ever seen. Coming from New Orleans and Mardi Gras I dismissed them as silly Brits. I was the silly one. It was hands down the wildest 2-day party I have ever seen. I worked about 30 hours in 2 days staying awake by feeding off adrelane, booze, and drugs. All I could think is that I wish I had my true mates with me.

I bounced my first guy. He called one of my staff, Nadius, a "fuckin cunt." So I threw him against the door. He was about 5'5" and 120 lbs, but hey, I showed him. He then told me how he will come back and stab me. I'm waiting. I'd love a stab wound. Feeding off my testoerone, I tried to move a much larger, much blacker man from behind the bar. When he turned around he appeared to be on crack. Not that I know what that looks like, but crack is crack, and this mother was cracked out. He looked at me and then tried to head butt me. I moved back in time to just take it to the chin, and then he threw me down a couple stairs. As I collected myself I saw him charging at me while fishing for something in his pocket. I was scared. I heroically hid in the women's bathroom. The real bouncer we hired (Dre) got rid of him.

I realized I hadn't reported much from London, and I thought this was worth recounting. Cheers.

so growing up i always wanted a hedgehog. why you ask? well probably because i've always been a little off my rocker. anyway, i was visiting norway a couple of weeks back to do a site visit for work. in the evenings, we would party (which by the way in norway one beer runs you around $8-$9). on one of my drunken walks back to the hotel, i encountered this mythical creature and thought to myself, "damn it mom why didn't you ever buy me a hedghog?!" i've heard that hedghogs are prickly with soft bellies so i had to find out. and they do...have soft bellies.

Well, the time is upon us. We have many questions to be answered and EVERYONE must be heard from.

Will the IC make the NYE celebration an annual affair?
Will the IC members be able to agree on a locale for the event?
Will the IC hurricane destroy the celebration of a new year with bitter arguments and drunken rage?
Will Miller makeout in front of his girlfriend again? (though, as the only witness that girl did kiss Miller)
Will Williams steal another kiss from Mrs. Dalrymple at midnight?
Will Lubahn, Chambers, and Weiss make up for their absence in 2007?

I believe all of these things will ring true. So, the real question is where will the party take place. These are the cities I have heard mentioned and everyone has there pros and cons.


Austin would be money for NYE and there are two Omnis there as well. It would be a lot cheaper for most of us and I think it would be a great time. Of course, this is not the most adventurous of excursions.


Denver has been getting a lot of attention from many... and I know the Bears are pushing for this one. We could go early and do some skiing. I believe there is an Omni there as well. But this would be a pricey one.


Fort Worth. A great town and even cheaper as Hotel Mazur and The Lubahn Resort would be able to house most of us. But it's Fort Worth, and probably the least exciting place to have NYE.


Miami. The Mazurs have been pushing this one since Jan 1 2007. It would be amazing and we could probably find a lot of Cuban guys to party with... The only problem with this one is there is no hotel hook up.


San Diego. A beachside property for NYE would be a change of pace and I'm sure the Portillos would be excited about this one. We could also talk about San Fran, but no LA. Sorry, I just wont go back there. Omni-present as well.


These are the things, These are the things, These are the things, These are the things dreams are made of....

Another One Bites the Dust



Many of you had me pegged as the next one to go, but Mr. and the future Mrs. Dalrymple surprised us all (including my dearest Piper). Bear told me the news when we were on the beach in Brighton. My first reaction was not, "Congratulations" but the not so unexpected selfish remark, "Piper is going to kill me." But we were very happy to be the first to congratulate and party with The Bears. I asked Kevin for some guidance, "How did you know?" He answered in that wonderful frank way Kevin always does, "I always knew, so I figured what's the point of waiting."

The night they returned from Florence (where he did the deed) we decided to put the girls to bed early and wander around London. We smoked 5 J Birds, and laughed and reminisced about the "good times"
-Lubahn's quick thinking shower when the Darling's arrived at bonged-out Trail Lake. And Miller's surprising quick cleaning to de-chronic the house.
-Weiss enchanting every woman at the Vegas Ghost Bar
-The many times Lee would break into Lubbock and get some solo high time
-The last night in Chicago when Bear, Williams and I got drunk on red wine till Bear had to leave for the airport. Eventually pissing of Katie when he kept setting off the metal detector because he couldnt walk a straight line, and continued to walk into the side of it.
-That we both think Lee stole those fuckin deer plates. And how we both think Lubahn deserves it for his dog eating the only good shoes Lee has ever owned

So, let me be the first to say congratulations Bear and Katie. And that, we're down to 6 single men. We are growing up my friends. And the best thing about that is that we're growing old together.

Love and Always Openly Awkward Affection,

HISTORY OF THE IC

I read a quote this morning by Henry Adams that said:

`History will die if not irritated. The only service I can do to my profession is to serve as a flea.'

This week, two friends from high school have been crashing at my place. It's been nice. I have a lot acquaintance-friends here, but none that carry much significance. Having these two guys here this week reminds me that, a crucial element of true friendship is History.

We have that here. We've known each other since the tail-end of pimple-faced adolescence (no offense Chambers) to fatherhood (L). The thing I love about old friends, is that there is not need to re-trace and stumble around bullshit about `Where your from'. We already know that.

I guess I'm being Johnny Melancholy bloggist b/c the IC is dormant. The more we allow communication to dwindle, the more distant, removed friends we become. Don't let that happen.