Call of the Desert

Tomorrow I leave for Arizona. I'm ecstatic for numerous reasons, which will now be listed in order of appearance:

1. I get to see my family, which I've grown to realize, after talking to many people, is one of the most normal and loving families ever. I could say that I love them, but it has grown beyond that.

2. I get to see my high school and college friends, the people who I feel most comfortable around and who know how to get down.

3. I have consecutive days off, a phenomenon that has not occurred since the beginning of April. Yea, all right.

4. I get to leave Chicago for a little while. I love this city to death, but like any relationship, breaks are good. We'll make out like high school nerds when I get back.

5. Even though I never want to live there again, I get to see Arizona. Revisiting the miles of desert and concrete I grew up in is comforting.

Back in a few. Stay gold, Ponyboy.

BLOQUE PARTY

This post is a little late, but whatever. Last Friday was the Optimus block party, a yearly event where over 1,000 people from advertising and post-production houses mingle outside of the Optimus building amidst a flood of beer, food, music and glow necklaces.



Most of my night was spent restocking hundreds of cases of beer and ice. I'd never seen this much beer or rapid consumption in my life. By the end of the night I never wanted to open another case of beer in my life. Luckily for the last 3 hours of the night I manned the photo booth, scanning photos into a laptop.

Best story of the night: an intern catches a guy stealing beer

Guy: Oh man, I'm sorry. I just want to get a buzz.

Intern: You know you're stealing Kaliber.

Guy: Yea?

Intern: That's a non-alcoholic beer.

Guy: Ah shit! (removes all beer from backpack)

Nut cheeks

It was Jill's birthday on Monday so we celebrated at a quasi-biker bar called Twisted Spoke. This is just a preview of the awesomeness that is going to go down on August 19th when we have our joint b-day party, CSI:Miami themed of course.