photos from strange days...

I've felt really weird over the last week. I bonked my head, quit my job (for good this time), had totally wild nights and good days, and I feel wonderful for all of it.

Quitting my job was probably the best thing I've done since I started the job. If you're not doing what you want to be doing with your life, fucking stop that shit. Do better things.

There was this bonfire, lots of people, fire:


And yes, I know this is a cliche. Oh well. Reagan and Lauren:
Erin hit a nail right before getting to sauced friday:
Curt (sorry if that's the wrong spelling), and I have no idea where he got that hat:

Ash, new in town:

And then with the wig and glasses, the random costumery this guy finds, I don't know:


Then there was the cupping on saturday, a coffee tasting. It was interesting, although I have to say that whenever I'm on the sport to come up with words for taste, I draw a blank. It was cool though. Part of the random goodness of the week.