So the other night i was hanging out, practicing my bass as i normally do. Then, it happened!!! A sound! I jumped up in confusion, to the sound of "Eating Glass" by Bloc Party (my ring tone). I answered my phone with caution. Do to the fact that the screen on the phone read "Dave". So accsepted the call. then A man... no two men answered. it was... it was... Dave and Noel.

BUM BUM BUUUUUM!

We began to speak...
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And well that was pretty sweet. it was pretty cool talking to you guys last night. I really wish i would have known about the family get together. I would have shown up.

I guess ill get started on that "Memory Crawler" tune...
I think im going to tryto make it dixieland style.. like the bobcats, that would be the bee's knees.

so daves about ready to pass the F out and he goes to brush his teeth. only he loads high dimension revitalizing conditioner onto his tooth brush instead of TOOOTHPASSSTE!

im getting ready to pass out as well and i hear "WTF IS THAT" so i go check it out and there is dave rinsing his mouth out with anything liquid.. not to mention very old pop..

I am not proud to say but I have spent a couple hours in jail. My friends and I were visiting our good friend at Michigan State University. We started the night out at a house party that was kind of lame. After about three beers we decided to go back to his dorm room to hang out. On the way there I'm extremely lost driving around the campus, it gets kind of confusing. I end up turning down a one way street that wasn't labeled very well. Needless to say I get pulled over.

In my car there are two of my friends, Pete and Ajay. Pete is seating shotgun and for some reason the cop lets him go. Pete has been drinking a lot and is clearly underage. This didn't seem to bother the cop as he let him go with beer in hand. I go through all the sobriety tests and pass them with flying colors. When it came to the breathalizer that was another story. I blew under the legal limit but since I was a minor it didn't matter. They put the cuffs on me and set me nicely in the back of the squad car. I . . . Read More..

Dave and I had our first date on January 17, 2004. Initially, we were going to go to an OU basketball game, but he cancelled on me so we decided to meet the next Saturday and do something else. I think we had been planning on going to go get drinks after I got out of work (at 8:00) but I got out of work early that day because it was super slow and I decided I would rather go home and make myself look cute for my date than stand around staring at my co-workers picking their noses.

Dave picked me up around 6:00 to go to dinner. The first thing I noticed when he arrived was his cute curly hair! He had been wearing a hat when I first met him and I had no idea how rad his hair really was. ;) We decided to go to Cooker by OU, but when we got there the building was pitch black and the neon sign was off--it was closed. (Side note--I've always been a little upset that Cooker went out of business because they had awesome food. I think Carson's is technically supposed to be the new . . . Read More..

I don't know what made me think of this, but I remember one time my dad took Kate and I to a tea party. On Saturday afternoons the library would have a lot of random events, and one happened to be the American Girl Tea Party. The American Girls were a collection of books for kids, and they were series of stories of different girls living in different time periods. For example, my favorite was always Samantha, who was a girl that lived in New York (I think) in the 1940's. Now they have an American Girl store in Chicago that sells clothing and dolls of the characters. I'm sure my parents would have had to shell out hundreds of dollars on that stuff for Christmas presents if it was around when we were little.

Anyway, Kate and I loved these books and really wanted to go to the party. I'm not sure why my mom couldn't go (I think she had to study for her finals--she went back to school) but my dad agreed to take us. So we got there, and he was the only guy in the room with all the . . . Read More..