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. |
L-R.
Tim, John, Mitch, Me |
I
thought that was MY leg, at first.
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I
think someone walked into the bar at the moment the camera went off.
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Mitch.
So cute.
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Mmmm. White Russian. Sweet nectar of the gods. |
Mitch,
not sharing.
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