Bedtime for Bonzo

The doctors suggest routine for a healthy baby. Which means that you put them down when they're not asleep and hope that they can soothe themselves. We are on day 3 of Brams nightly routine.




We start with a bath.




Less balls this time.



Then we dry him off.



Put him in his PJs, and get him ready for a bottle.


-Remix the remix

The BACH Parties-The Loaded

So after a day of Belly Dancing, Gifts, Golfing and other Dancing involving laps of some sort, April, myself and our respective sexes headed to do what you do at Bachelor/ette Parties...Get lit, get crazy and get in trouble, just kidding if you're reading this April.

Garth's group was on a party bus. We loaded it up with a ton of beer and a lot of liquor. The bus driver gave us three rules and three rules only.

Rule #1: No fighting on the Bus.
Rule #2: No puking on the Bus.
Rule #3: No smoking on the Bus.

We ended up breaking them all.














Girls, Girls, Girls

Yeah, its wrestling time.

This was not the first time I would try and wrestle Chris.

Rule # 1 broken

Awwww...how cute are these two, and pirates to boot.

I'm still wrestling with Chris!

Who is that guy!?!?! Yeah THAT guy!

I had to give in finally. He's lucky I let him win.

The Last time they saw that purse with money in it.

No I didn't just puke. Rule # 2 Broken.

Dancing girls are awesome, just don't expect
anything but an empty wallet if you hit on them.

That is not my lap she is on. You are seeing things.
Laaaapppp Dannnccceeee

Crazy girls, and crazier guys. These guys bought
all the girls shots.

I ran in to My first of 17,000 bachelorettes

that night.

Sisters

Number 2, they don't even know that's a

puke ring around my neck.

Oh,booyashaka, Heather Sammich. Bite his neck!














Arrrgggghhhh unsuspecting women with puke boy.

Hey Oh... Rory look away.

Last Pic that I remember, wonder if they smell anything?

Last Pic that April had, of course its her getting groped
by some weird guys.

Anyhow, the night rolled on and we both returned to our respective caves, me to Farmington, April to Royal Oak.

For some odd reason I had to see April. Chris had two guys on Guard Duty. They gave me a window of 2 minutes and I took it. I snatched up my Mom's Keys (Little Bro drove it down for the weekend) and took off to Royal Oak. It was by far one of the dumbest things I ever did. Parthiv and Ben, you should have tied me up.

Again, thanks to everyone who made that night an awesome time for me and April.

Detroit Taste Fest June 2005

Back to the timeline. I (=April) got a phone call from her sister that they were in midtown Detroit (kinda cheesy, the midtown part) and the Detroit Taste Fest was happening. This is a cool thing were all of the local restaurants set up booths and you get tickets and buy beer and food with the tickets (overpriced beer and food) and walk around listening to a bunch of Free concerts.

They have all different kinds of music, Rock, Blues, Jazz, Country, Rap, etc. I was stoked because the electric 6 (=good local band that made it moderately big ==high voltage from the Charlies Angel's 1 movie) were going to be there.

So April and I headed down to fill up on overpriced consumables.




That's me in the white and black shirt and a pirates fan next to me. He looked like a little kid from afar but was probably 34 (and he wasn't an impaired person)



Self potrait by Sarah OR super close-up by Paul.


April's Purse decided to attack her at this moment and fortunately I know some purse defense moves to disarm the purse.


Lauren was very relieved by the disarming.


A picture with the hero.


Paul giving an example of another song, "Get your hands off of my Woman, mother fucker."


Just kidding, but seriously get your hands off of my woman mother fucker.


This is where we were to watch the electric 6. Count em.


Allright, now zoomed in...Go Dicky V go...


This guy was definitely into the music, opting for the pointing to the beat.


So the girls were walking around and ran into this guy in the middle (don't know his name) but Sarah knew him and he was part of the crew that puts on the taste fest and he was assigned to this stage so....


We gave up this view to....


Walk to this view...


Backstage Bitches!!!


Excellent Drummer backside.


If the electric 6 want this picture they better call me.


More Backstage, (backstage=free beer for the band==free beer for Garth)



Obligatory Active guy, hurray for beer = free beer
Thanks Electric 6.

To appease the peanut gallery

Well kiddos you can quit your bitchin'. I finally put up the Tucan Tango pictures.

It started out just like any other night...at JENGA!!!


April's patience is running thin with me trying to break into the blogger world.


Still mastering the light to face ratio. Josh is not that pale.


Art of the spinning quarter.


We weren't going for the stoned faces but timing is everything.


Josh with a little premptive Vikinging.


Ron giving coaching tips on the proper way to "Not Drop the Cake."


Our Slues of the evening, April and Becca. They did a good job.


Like it don't you. You want to touch the Heinee.


Cleavage magazine was doing a shoot in my backseat.


Did somebody say cleavage.


Matt and April getting ready to tango or do body shots. I can't remember.


Jim was telling me how he will be tearing up the dance floor later. (fore-shadowing???)


No we are not in the bathroom and no Ron is not sharing the stall with me...well maybe.


Allison and Chicas getting their drink on.


You like beer!?! Of course I like beer!!!


Uh-Oh...I think she was caught in a game of grab ass.


Smooches or skin tasting...your pick.


Definitely scary dudes.


I was dissapointed in my picture taking of the scantily clad belly dancers.


Parthiv trying to start the wave in Toucan Tango.


Do you guys want to be on the internet. Okay then.


Cleavage strikes again. Allison was not feeling as scandalous.


Are you trying to look down my dress. But of course.


Dude, Corona is way better than Bud!


No way Jose'. Why don't you go be unamerican somewhere else!
Fine!


Hey do you want to be unamerican with me? No. How about a picture and I grab your waist.


The "I just grabbed a Persian girls bare waist" dance.


All together now.


Now we move onto modeling school.


No, we are the models.


Hmm. Raised eyebrows. Can't see the hands. I think happy fun go-go time.


No, she only has a heart...for one guy.


Is it Hulkmania Josh?


Is it the mean Green Otis?


Is it Lousiana Rescue Nate?



It is Garth...unfortunately for April.


Picture of a Picture. How F-ing literal.


Picture of a crotch...how Deez Nutz.


I hope you respect me in the morning.


Last picture of make out because people want to see beer.


Gotta give the people what they want.


My oh my is that the Porno pose? Lets take a closer look.


SURVEY SAYS>>>>YES


Man, I can't believe she pulled that face out in public.
Your telling me, think I can get her number?


Even the girls are stunned, yet Ron keeps on dancing.


Oh SNAP!!! How did that get in here.


Ron with dudes...



Ron with female in lap, but why does his face look that way. What could he be looking at?


Oh sh*t, it's the Jim Dance Montage. (music=T.I. Bring em out)


Mike Check...


Baby, Two One Two


Off to find a female counterpart.


There she goes, Miss Per-si-ia


The Jim Montage is back and who is this piece o' meat?


She looks like an attractive women with a great personality.


Josh accesses the situation.


Verdict: Jim snatched himself a hot piece of Ace!!!


Scattered ass was everywhere that night.


April is making sure that Ron's shirt stays on his body.


Cleavage calendar was back, but Jims mind was elsewhere...next time I bring my A-Game.


No Sexy...No Morph..just pure, hot, stinky normal.


And the not so normal. But still stinky hot and cleavagee.

Peace I'm out and will have more later this week.