going to ginza of tokyo with my parents and their friends (the zarembas, dybdahls, and moores) and watching them get slightly intoxicated while seeing the hibachi chef do his crazy shit, then compiling a reggae cowboy pirate costume, going to dallas/nicole/claire/joel’s and hanging out with them and a bunch of my favorite people i haven’t seen in a while while using a laser pointer to confuse a hyperactive dog and a farting kitty into oblivion, standing in awe at sam keepman’s honey bunches of oats costume, then reminiscing about 137 as we passed it by and joking about how we were going to burn it down en route to a bar where dallas, dressed in his park ranger uniform, gave communion to a guy dressed as the pope (candy corns and beer instead of wafer and wine) and then running back to the apartment in painful cowboy boots with trent dressed as beaker tagging along.
