No batteries for a Camera Obscura and other forgotten messes.

Mica and I made the three hour jaunt over to Nashville to see Camera Obscura and I was excited to go and get some pictures of the band. When we got there, I took out the camera and my batteries were dead. Dead dead. And I forgot my charger. And my AA battery conversion tray. Then I forgot the tickets at Shelly's house on the way to the show, so we had to go back. Which would have been okay except for the part where we were in a taxi. Then we got to the show and were right next to the stage...as in my left arm was resting on it. It was a good show and I have a new appreciation for the band as the keyboard player filled two of my requirements, she was cute and she likely had a Scottish accent. Fuck and yes. Also, she drinks Bud Select, so she is my kind of trashy. Anyways, I snagged the set list for Mica, so I at least had that going for me.

We painted (and by that I mean Mica painted) the rooms, and the living room came out really nice. I really like hanging out in there now.


On Memorial Day, we went to Chip's for a cookout. A fire was started but Brandon Knox (aka the Boy Who Can Fly) dumped some gas on the fire. Literally.


The rain proved too much though, and we retreated to a shed where I took these pics of the varying couples...




Park riding tonight! And hardly any BMX presence, which was a shame because I think I actually had it working tonight from a camera perspective.

Tim...


Nate Holder did this invert and proclaimed that it was the best one he had ever done. I barely got this. I wasn't even looking through the eye piece.


I asked Josh what he had for me in the peanut bowl. He said he had some game, so he tossed out a pretty roasted front side air to prove that while he might be a kid, he is a man-kid.