Before GV Black Tie
Before leaving for GV Black Tie, the dental school formal. We tried the alcohol-caffeine bomb Four Loko that night — I do NOT recommend it.
Before leaving for GV Black Tie, the dental school formal. We tried the alcohol-caffeine bomb Four Loko that night — I do NOT recommend it.
Mykala made some delicious spring rolls. As a food model, I have a very VERY long way to go. I don’t think an intense look, grimacing, open maw, and shaggy hair do much to help a food product. Despite all that, it still looks delicious.
I can’t remember where we were leaving to, or if we were arriving from somewhere, but I thought it might be good idea to get a nice portrait of us in front of our first house (duplex). You can see that I am holding the remote to the camera in my right hand. I am holding the love of my life in my left.
This is the original Round Barn, namesake of the farm we stayed at.
Fountains are puzzling!
We rented a car for a few days — here we are on Highway 30, on our way to Paia.
Mykala and I have been dating for a bit over 4 years now. We’ve shared successes and failures, satisfaction and disappointment, snow days and beach days. (Some of it is recorded here on tumbledry, which I am rather happy about.) I am, however, getting ahead of myself. You see, it all began when Caley introduced us — don’t forget to click on that link, because it’s a wonderfully kind and well-written account of When Mykala Met Alex. Ahh, nostalgia!
These battered potatoes were delicious.
I danced with Justin because his new wife Amber was busy with other dollar dancers.
We set up this self-portrait with a timer.
I had a wonderful weekend with Mykala: we celebrated my birthday Friday night with a little dental school shirt shopping and Cheesecake Factory dinner. It’s almost warm enough to eat outside — summer is still struggling to get its act together. I pretended to be warm for the duration of our meal out on the restaurant’s patio… but I somehow don’t think I was fooling anyone. If Mykala asks though, I was perfectly toasty — I have to maintain some masculine bravado, even if it’s only in the realm of temperature tolerance.
The two of us, before heading out for a nice evening.
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