May 25, 2005. Timmy Nolan's bar in Burbank.


It has become somewhat of a ritual that after class (@ the Dee Wallace Stone Acting Studio) on Tuesdays, a group of us go out for drinks to discuss the night's lessons, reflect on Dee's teachings, and basically rip on other classmates with the help of some fine (and not so fine) spirits. Although we always have a great time, for some reason I remember this night as being particularly fun. We were laughing so hard the whole time John's ribs hurt and my voice was hoarse the next day. We started with a large group, which included friends Kurtis, Mirna, Dave, John, Tim, Mitch and me, which eventually coalesced into the four of us you see here. And my camera.

The funny thing was, someone in the bar kept calling my name right before many of the pictures were taken. Hence, me looking off past the camera for many of them.


L-R. Tim, John, Mitch, Me
(did I really look like that?)

I thought that was MY leg, at first.
I think someone walked into the bar at the moment the camera went off.

Mitch. So cute.
Mmmm. White Russian. Sweet nectar of the gods.
Mitch, not sharing.

I don't even remember this shot. Have we fallen? When did Mitch take my glasses?
I must've been blind in all these shots without realizing it, since Mitch took my glasses very early on, apparently.
I don't even want to speculate about what's going on here. Are John and I holding hands? WTF!?