Midnight no. the 51st.

Looking up from the bottom of a neon sign at Cherry.

14. Completely Predictable Things That Happened in L.A. and S.F.

1. Kiefer loved Heather.
2. I missed my flight home.
3. Heather made fun of my rental car.
   
4. Ami turned out to be a rock star.
   
5. I missed my flight home, again.
6. Heather yelled at me for calling her Boner.
7. Heather responded to Boner.
8. Haylie Duff's birthday party.
9. Heather loved Kiefer.
10. I missed my flight home, yet again.
11. Somehow, without even trying, I ended up blitzkrieging Vegas.
    
12. I came home by way of State College, P.A.
    

something about...

the gear before it goes on for the battle just looked cool. Note the unofficial Venture Bros. belt for good measure.

Midnight no. the 50th.

...and we are horizontal.

Midnight no. the 49th.

The weather vane must point the way.

Midnight no. the 48th.

Late night walk home from the Talkhouse. 'Snice when the only thing dimming the stars is the light of the moon. Nice, but also damn cold.

Midnights back on track at last.

Woohoo! Hopefully with less constant motion and turmoil we will need fewer and fewer of these catch up sessions.

Midnight no. the 47th.

Call me Frankie Avalon 'cause I'm back to the beach.

Midnight no. the 46th.

Sarah is the dancing queen.

Midnight no. the 45th.

I've got a GRRREAT idea. P.S. thanks for the party Maxie.

Midnight no. the 44th.

No pictures allowed at Double Happiness, say the bouncer, so y'all miss out on Annie the Mennace's architectural hotness.

Midnight no. the 43rd.

Via Dodgeball.com, best we can do for now, note the evident phone problems:

[MISSING, REPLACEMENT AS SOON AS YOU KNOW WHO SENDS IT]

Pit stop from the late night throw down

Midnight no. the 42nd.

Moonlight and snow turn the world zima blue. Must have something to do with the ultimate answer to Life, the Universe and Everything.