Wow… it’s been a whole 5 days.
First things first. Disneyland. Brownies. Doozy.
So let’s just say that never before have I been put out of commission by some quality baked goods.
As soon as I woke up in a pool of my own drool, I looked up info on delta-9-tetrahydrocannabinol overdosage on the internet.
I think we’re in for a return trip… what say thee, Sir Pikklz?
And now, some Vid Caps from yesterday’s home video.
The French Fry I was so fixated on yesterday.
Pluto’s butt… it looks like he’s pooping.
I spent a couple of days back home in Carson… and once again, the cable-lessness was driving me certifiably nuts. Damn you network television.
Forgot to mention that last finals week was especially sad cuz Echo Point officially said sayonara to 1/5th of its membership. We did get to chill a bit and sing 1nce more. It was super-fun, but too short. Can’t wait to hear the recording.
So, it seems to be a tradition-in-the-making that Echo Point goes out to Claim Jumpers every time we switch up members. The last time we got a pretty good reaction from the tables next to us…woohoo.
This time, they heard us harmonizing again, but this time the waitresses heard as well. Before we finished, we ended up with free breadsticks and ice-cream cake. Hahah… you guys kick ass.
*sigh*… that’s the closest I’m ever getting to the celebrity treatment… it was good while it lasted.
Who needs fame and fortune anyway… there are more important things to worry about.