Market Days: 2007!

Okay its been a while since I posted pictures. Here are some pictures from Market Days in Chicago 2007!!!!


Me and Miguel at his frat sisters apartment in Chicago getting ready to go out for Market Days.
I believe he was trying to pretend like he still had a gag reflex.









Ryan showing us the very artistic and interesting pictures on his cell phone. I loved the angles!









Dinner at an Italian restaurant. I had a salad. Italian is not one of my favorite foods. Damn can I get a Thai place?!










At Ryan's place either doing Dream Girls or about to do the AKA lean without the handsigns. Um, you will not catch us taking pictures throwing up NPHC sorority signs like some certain messy queens online. I do however reserve the right to throw up my sister's sunflower. (See later.)











Ryan's mom who fed us like we were her own children! I love her! She totally reminds me of the Filipina mama from "Rick and Steve".









So Matt (or Mike) rush was at Market Days walking around looking all hot and shit. He isn't my favorite of porn stars (until I went home and found him on xtube... *drool*). The person on the right did a lot of running around that evening, apparently after me. *grin*






Dome about to drop it like its hot. Can you tell that I have been drinking all day?!















Me and Lewis. This was before I got so drunk that I "took a break" outside of Circuit. This cutie was kind enough to make sure nobody took my iPhone, wallet or my mangina while I was "taking a break" on the sidewalk outside of Circuit. Later we wandered all over Lincoln Park for his van which we never found. Drunk, tired, and a tad pissed I set him off in a cab before crashing into my nice sofa bed.









Um... I believe this image speaks for itself. I'm 99% gay but I just love titties. After assuring these ladies that I was family (as if the pink shirt and white belt didn't give it away) I was allowed to photograph them in their natural lesbionic environs.











Pic of the Chicago-Washington Heights crew at Roscoes. Them pitchers sneak up on ya dont they?










Me and JP. We saw each other eye to eye this night.. We always seem to agree on philosophies on life, love and relationships! We are different sides of the same coin.











Some random morning shot. Here we are all bright eyed and bushy tailed :) The Avengers shirt was given to me by someone special.

Temporal Pregnancy

It is almost 4 in the morning and I just can't seem to get to sleep. I need a quick writing fix and I feel the need to save this moment for posterity. I feel as if I'm playing "Doom 3D" and I'm at a "safe" point in the game where I have plenty of ammo, my health meter is full and all the zombies in the room have been blown to bits. I am in front of the heavy steel door I just found the key for and I know I have to open it to advance in the game. So while its "safe" I will "save" my game so I can reload it in case some weed-inspired awful monstrosity rips me to shreds.

If only life were like that huh? I've imagined (when very drunk and looking at something meaningful like a star or the moon) that I could somehow preserve whatever moment I was in and revisit it in case my life goes to shit sometime after that point. I've also imagined that we re-live our lives over and over again until we live our lives the best way possible. I've imagined a God so merciful that we have as many opportunities as we need to correct past regrets, mistakes and bad decisions and with each iteration our soul becomes more perfect.

Truth be told I have been in this "safe" room for a long time only there are many doors where I am and all open into fantastic, dangerous, risky and unknown locales. There is possibly an exciting new job opportunity through one door; a financial venture through the other. There exists the possibility of moving to an entirely new city; I left the nest a long time ago though I have yet to really leave the tree. Through another door lies the possibility of a brand new love... from the most unexpected of places. This is perhaps the most frightening of all. I know how to move to a new city. I know how to go about finding a new job. I know how to seek out new experiences and new people and new locations. Am I ready to "go there" again? Part of the safety of this room has been owning a complete heart once again.

Which doors should I open and when? I'm locked and loaded. I know it would be a waste to sit, safely, where I am indefinitely. At some point it becomes disrespectful of the limited time we have alive. With the end of grad school next spring comes the awkward silence from that awesomely terrible question: What next?