Scott's (and Thomas's) Birthday in St. Simon's

Stupid camera. I've gotten picture happy since I got it... Scott's birthday was last weekend. And Thomas's not long before it. So Scott and Thomas and Bryan and I converged on Scott's super-rad pad on St. Simon's Island.

Here's what happened... well, some of it.

06 & 07 October 2006... and so it goes...
And we arrive... Thomas and Scott have been slaving over the stove all day just so that Bryan and I can feel welcome when we arrive. So precious.
We celebrate partially at some weird place that I thought was karoke. But it was an actual "band." Scott wanted to dance with some of the hot babes...	...but he was too shy...	and Thomas was too cool. Babes? Fuck that.
After ditching the hot babes, we headed back to Scott's... where Bryan made himself comfortable, cards were dealt, and Scott became beligerent. (this is Raven... she made Scott's shirt. She doesn't like photos. And she's getting flipped off.)
I'm not quite sure how this happened, but apparently Thomas and Bryan and I had glamor shots made. And I dunno why Scott doesn't have one. I'm pretty sure he wasn't taking the pictures or anything. Perhaps he was flipping people off while this was happening.
Look, mom! I can fly!	One of the many many... many... many. pool games played over the weekend...	And the next morning, Scott lectures Bryan on the health benefits of showers vs. baths. "Stand in the place where you are!" "Your head is there to move you around!" (Bryan might get that reference, and Scott will think it sucks.) Regardless. This is a hot tub. On a screened-in porch. With a stereo. And a TV. And the water is just outside. Cool.
After being too lazy for far too long, we manage to motivate enough to go to the beach. Thomas looked so cute with all his gear... and Bryan... Bryan's always cute. ---> ---> ---> --->
Someone (probably Bryan) chucked the frisbee into the ocean far before anyone was ready to get wet. Valiantly, Scott went to fetch. Although it was probably to impress the girl sitting by herself on the beach. Her dog, however, had the same idea and went to get the frisbee instead. It turns out that she was from Savannah, so it was cool that the dog won the race.	Unfortunately, no one was around to capture our godlike bodies crashing through the surf of low tide at St. Simon's. The whitecaps rolled in and over but couldn't phase our determination. Like modern day Prometheii, we brought light to the people. As they saw us struggle, man against nature, we conquered again... and again... and yet again! Despite the best efforts of God and Neptune, we still threw that damned frisbee. Back. and Forth. And Back. Here, Thomas is doing is best to capture the waning light of passing-godhood as it slowly drips off our bodies to sink to the bottom of the sea. Yes.
08 October 2006... and so it continues...
Yes... technically it was the 8th, but it was really just the end of the 7th. I think. Regardless. This is the moon. The pictures below are also of the moon. Not the sun. The moon. The last one is the first time I realized that I could really raise the exposure on this camera. That's a 15 second shot... with me trying to hold the camera still by hand. Hence the shakiness.
After a little too much to drink and a little too much regular pool, it was time for the super stupid pool tournament. I'm pretty sure this (as with the frisbee game) pitted me and Scott against Thomas and Bryan. and yeah... that's 30 balls on the table. Not including Scott's.
Almost lastly... me. After, most likely, making a terrible terrible shot in pool. And lastly... There is no lastly. DISCLAIMER: Bryan took most of these pictures that night, which is why he does not appear in day 2. It's not any bigotry towards Bryan. Except for that last picture b/c he crashed early. That was bigotry.