Who doesn't want to adventure around in a '62 Suburban?

Good times have been happening despite the reluctance of summer weather really starting.  It's the same every year.  When August hits and it's 85 degrees and we're floating in one of the rivers nearby, the gloom of June will seem like a distant dream.  Here's a slice of the recent awesome.

Portland is not scenic.  Please don't move here. 

I had the pleasure recently of spending a few days in LA with Andreas.  Work trips that double as fun times with friends are always a good thing.  Over this past weekend, Andreas was hit by a car while riding his motorcycle.  He's banged up with several broken bones.  But he's in good enough spirits to get his lady to send a thumbs up photo from the hospital.  Please send some good vibes Andreas's way.  Heal up soon dude!  We all love you.

Chicken licker.

 

Evil looking Brooke.

Fire master, Pat.

Definitely safe.

Blurry Kyle and lurking Pat.

Best Friday night in a long time ripping around in Nicole and Kharma's '62 GMC Suburban.

DDTB!

Why not take it to Mt Tabor.

Watching the fog rise.

The #campvibes are heavy in this one!

Fuck it dude, let's go karaoke.

This blog is strictly about karaoke now.  No more skating for us.

Portland is scenic.  View from Doug's rooftop.

We're going to miss you Rikki!  One last Chopsticks run to say goodbye.

Roommates.  Crash.

Earth below us, drifting, floating...

Hope you know the words.

 I meant karaoke and Mean Jeans.  Yeah.  They are touring the East Coast/Midwest and Eastern Canada.  Better go see them!

We Trippy.

Trippy mane bowling for Brandon's birthday.

It had been a while for a chopsticks mission.  Obviously we were killing it.  Cheyne is cool for cats.

Don't leave me hanging.

This girl was trying to sing a serious love ballad to her dude.  She told us we were ruining it.

Crash! Into me.

Nerdburg.  Why do scooter kids just sit on the coping?  Fuck, this place is fun.

Olivia's birthday!  More karaoke at a spot where you have your own private room.  No one to bum out but ourselves. Haha.

Dance moves in the style of MJ.

Slap fight.

Cheyne and Craig killing it.

If you lived in Norway...

... you could see a photo of mine in this awesome Film Por Vida photo show that is happening next weekend.  But, I know none of you do.  At least the analytics for the blog don't show any Norwegian visitors in the last month.  I should try to have a photo in a show somewhere closer to home.

Instagram ruined my blog.

If you are a regular visitor than you might have noticed the little instagram feeds over there on the right.  Since those were installed it seems pointless to do phone uploads right to the blog.  Combine that with my neglect of my digital camera and it makes for some sporadic blog posts.  But don't worry, I'll still come through with some gems for you.  Just check out the last picture of this post for proof.

The Lonesome Billies.

The number 1 kook.

Roder and Ben.

Yorgo's is the closest bar to my work.  I've had many lunches there and recently have stopped by with the crew on the weekend just because it's such a weird bar.  Nait likes wine, but hates wine glasses.  So he asked for his wine in a normal glass.  Well, he got a pint glass full of wine.  Normal for Yorgo's.

Fast forward a little bit and you get the record release for my friends in the Mean Jeans.  On 4/20 no less!  They played this show at the Eagles Lodge in SE.  This place usually hosts Friday night Bingo and is full of old timers.  I think everyone drank their bar out of beer.  They put up really well with a bunch of punks and drunks.  Their new album is tight as fuck so you better cop it!  Or see them play!  All info on their Facebook page.

Love is in the air after the show.

This is just amazing.  Some random girl says she'll take a picture of us and Dan gives the old surprise pants drop.  This shot has made my year already.