don't fear the reaper, fear the damn crazy

friday night was my friend megan's birthday party at this bar called 'trash'. i know megan from living in fargo.


here's the birthday girl. how cute.

i get to see megan about twice a year. i don't know why it's not more often.

this year for her present, i decided to bring her a surprise:

the cornejo.

scratch that! this night had two surprises:

parents lock up your children...the damn crazy has arrived.

i met dan (whose real name is 'dan crary' but has justifiably earned the nickname 'damn crazy') during a really fun weekend like three years ago. he is completely nuts, but also completely awesome.


i had to be up at 7am the next morning to install my sculpture in the gallery, so i had planned on not drinking too much.

in the end though, the odds were too great against me and i stayed out way too late.

i still made it to the gallery on time though. how's that for dedication?