Day 14 - Day 28

After this post, I should be caught up. Enjoy September! I know I sure have.

Day 014



Park by Brian's. It was only about 7, but it was already getting dark. We go here often because of the lush greenery, though you can barely see it here. It truly is a Suburban paradise.

Day 015



It's amazing what the human body can accomplish. I managed to catch this while Brian was at full air.


Day 016



Brian wanted to take some *~serious~* photos to make an X-files poster for his dorm room. We ended up taking over 40 pictures because of my crappy photography skills.

Day 017




That's me in the photo. Brian wanted to take some photos with a spooky/supernatural feeling to them. This is the result.

Day 018



On the way to Stockton, we came across beautiful hills and windmills. I had to resist the urge to run out of the 4runner and roll down the hills. It didn't help that we were in intense traffic.

Day 019



After a three hour drive, we arrived at Caswell, our campsite. It wasn't bad...after it got dark. During the day, there was absolutely no shade and the bugs were relentless. The plus side was that our site was right across the bathroom.

Although, that just meant we were disturbed by flashlights during the night as piss-ridden campers stumbled their ways here.

Day 020



The fire took forever to ignite. Three paper plates, three logs, and seven pieces of kindling was sacrificed in the quest to sustain a fire.

Day 021



Poor lizard. It was caught by Huy. He tried to feed it a piece of shrimp but it only stared at it. That's probably because it was half the size of the creature.

Day 022



Eastridge, flagship mall of East Side, and one of the more ghetto malls in San Jose. A year of working at the Hollister here has left me unwilling to come back. Ever.

Day 023



Peter and Brian sitting outside Barnes & Noble. We were celebrating our ninth monthiversary at Red Robin's. Why celebrate? One month = one year in gay time. So Brian and I have been together longer than most celebrity marriages. Fo reals.

Day 024



Blossom Hill Crossroads. They ended up buying none of the clothes we bought in. Nothing from the four bags we brought in. NOTHING.

Day 025



We found this lovely corner of a kitchen at Home Depot and decided to claim it.

Day 026



El Amigo was a lovely colorful surprise in the middle of an otherwise dilapidated plaza.

Day 027



Brian and I made some croque-madames (grilled ham & cheese sandwiches with a fried egg on top.) They were as delicious as they looked. In other words, they were godly.

Day 028



First time going to Fuz (gay event) at the Abyss. It was pretty awesome: we met up with a bunch of friends, danced for four hours straight, suffered dehydration and sore backs, but most of all, we met these crazy ass drag queens. Or I don't know what to categorize them. I just know I wouldn't want to run into them in a dark alley, lest my unfashionable self be torn to shreds by their fierce, five-inch fingernails.