The price of gas in Arcata is ungodly. It was like $2.70 in Berkeley.
Several years from now, I will look back at this picture and wish I was paying $3.22 per gallon.
We went to party sushi. Josh and Lauren we appalled by the quantity of sushi Alex, Kat and I ate.
Lauren made a llama out of the leftover wasabi sauce. It looked suprisingly llama-like.
The next morning, at a thrift store, there was a very large bag for sale. After some speculation, I decided to determine once and for all whether or not you could fit a person in there.
Immediately after this picture was taken, an employee came along and told us not to make a mess. What?
Alex loves his new blue hat.
Josh and Lauren love their new blue butts.
Failed attempt at a self portrait.
Let me see your tootsie roll
I spent like an hour trying to figure out how to get it to show little musical notes. There's character for it in iso-8879, but I couldn't get it to show up.
This paper lead to an argument as to whether or not "spate" is in fact a word. I argued, wrongly, that it was not.
For a while we were behind a station wagon, seen here exiting the freeway, that had those backward facing seats that are so awesome I just want to die. I started making faces at the kids occupying those seats, because face-making is the little kid acid test. These kids passed by making faces right back.
"You know, the downside to driving a motorcycle is that it's just too fuel efficient and too small for any of those American flag stickers. But how to rememdy the situation...?"