A Surfer and a Festival.

I know, the "Surfer and..." posts are getting a little tired, but I mean, it's all I've got.
We could talk about school, because that started this week.
We could talk about how a prolonged drunken hookup who I've affectionately named Lavaca
(the town he's from) is in my Psychology class and how the next 16 Wednesday nights are going to be wildly awkward and I'd rather fail out of college (again) than have to sit through another three hour class with him.
We could talk about that, but I'm a little squirmy just thinking about it.
So we won't.

Instead, we'll talk about how we had another last minute couch surfer this weekend.
Another very cool dude.  He came up for Fort Smith's very first River Jam Fest.
The crowd was disappointing in size, but the bands really brought the place down. 

The thing is, I'm a little (very) drunk, so I'm just going to post some pictures,
curl up with my dog, watch The Land Before Time (God bless you, Netflix Instant Play),
and pass out.

I have the cutest dog/roommate ever.

Everyone nurses a hangover.  That's the surfer (Calvin) in the background.

Soaking up the beautiful weather at the riverfront.

Edward Washboard Hands.

Goodnight, folks.

Pointless.

Impossible to get a good family picture.

No, Oliver!  Look at the camera!

Defeated.  It's hard out there for a single dog-mom.

A Surfer and... A Lasagna.

I wish I was starting this post by apologizing for my absence, but:
"I've been climbing Mt. Everest!"
"I've been attending medical school!"
"I've been held captive by an outrageously good looking bunch of Portuguese men!"

But, you know, that's not the case.
What's really happened is that I've gotten this new roommate
(you all knew I couldn't handle living alone)
and we've been busy creating masterpieces in the kitchen.

Yeah, that's not true either.
But we made a lasagna!
And that is the truth!
Proof (photos brought to you via shitty iPhone camera):

Farmer's Market fresh veggies

Those Japanese love their phallic vegetables.  This is Japanese

eggplant.  Obviously we purchased them for really mature
culinary research purposes, and not because they look like Gonzo's

penis.

Wait for it..

Lasagna!

Then this weekend, there was this couchsurfer. 
We played Jenga.
Proof (brought to you by a real camera, but hey, I'm no photographer):

We're pretty certain that this was a record-breaking game of jenga.

Didn't bother to confirm that, but we're pretty sure, anyway.

The surfer (Matt) and the tower.

Building a "giraffe."

Jenga art.

Oh, and then there was Marcy Playground.

Right here in Fort Smith!

A whole night of 1995.  It was a glorious experience.

Proof (brought to you by Coors Light):

and to answer your question, it smelled just like Sex and Candy.

So, but, I've missed you guys dearly.

Let's never be apart again.

Oh, except that school starts back tomorrow and my life is officially over.

See you around Christmas, Blogpals.

                                               

A Surfer and a Flood.

It's been an interesting weekend, you guys.  Really more of an interesting 24 hours. 
The heavens opened up on Fort Smith yesterday and left me and my apartment very, very soggy.

Shitty iPhone picture.  But that's a vacuum.  Sucking water out of my living space.

The kitchen, downstairs bathroom and entryway were covered in about two inches of water.  We were able to keep it (mostly) off the carpet.  The maintenence men came by and said really helpful things like, "Damn.  That's a lot of water."  And then the man with the vacuum van came and saved my life.

But the excitement does not end there! I know!  More excitement? 
But how can I handle it?
Well, I am a professional excitement handler, that's how.

I hosted my first couch surfer yesterday.  He contacted me Friday afternoon and showed up at about six last night, when I was nearing the end of the flooding fiasco.  I was kind of nervous - there's always a risk of being ax murdered with this kind of program, I guess, but he turned out to be a super fun guy.  We took him downtown and drank a lot of beer and did a lot of singing and dancing and had a great time.  It was his first time to surf, so I'm glad that we both had good experiences.

The Surfer - Alex

Tony trying to teach Oliver self control.

But what I want to know, is how was your weekend?

It's a dog-eat-giraffe world out there, folks.

Dog Wins.