Ian's someone I know pretty much only from online, that's the crazy thing. He's a former coworker of a friend of mine, and somehow through that venue I became aware of him. So he was visiting from Arizona this weekend and wanted to do something with a bunch of people he knew out here and called a dinner run at Buca's. I went 'cos I was anxious to finally meet him, and I figured his friends must be pretty cool too - I mean, look at me. So I showed up and met everyone and had a great time, it worked out. We had a huge-ass feast at Buca's, then drove off in pursuit of karaoke (showed up at a VFW 15 minutes before they shut it down), and then just drove out to Adam's house 'cos he lives five minutes away. (For some reason my phone transmission fucked up and I don't have any pictures of Adam, Eric, or Paul - sorry guys.)

Italian beer! Check it out! I didn't know there was such a thing.	Andrea really puts herself into the storytelling process as Ian regards bemusedly.
Shot of Laura (for some reason the 'zoom' feature on my phone just takes a smaller picture, which looks grainy when I enlarge it...)	Sue's laughing at someone's discomfort, probably. Well, it was funny!
Frustrated by the VFW fiasco, Ian commandeers the Cheddar Cannon and opens fire on traffic.	I dunno, I just liked the Blair-Witch-ness of these bushes in the dark, behind Adam's house.
Ian joins us on smoke break and listens bemusedly to another story.	I just like this shot of Sue, I like what the light and shadow are doing.
There's something in Laura's eye, and now it's online.	A stagger, a weave, a slump, and voila! The floor becomes a bed!