Well, I broke my nose on Friday night playing ultimate. One doctor says its broken but i suppose i'll see tomorrow.


This did not stop Saturday night. Prohibition set in and, in the words of Roman Jefferson, "those who cherished freedom, fun and general debauchery turned their shenanigans to the basements and side streets." I brought a light and a camera.









The four classiest roommates I ever did see.






Tyler Wade. What a man.







Hosts Roman + Dana


Instead of traveling this weekend, we brought the party home. The girl's ultimate team, formally known as the Jines in the Pines, brought the south west ultimate people here under direction of the wonderful Kelsey Cvach. The event could not have run more smoothly, with the exception of untimely arrival on Sunday morning, but that is expected and proper after any solid tournament Saturday night. This was a high point for Flagstaff ultimate in my time here. I heard nothing but good experiences from all involved. Teams flocked from Phoenix, Durango, and Albuquerque. Unfortunately South West Regionals fell on the same weekend, so not as many teams came. It turns out Regionals was partly rained out, and almost a disaster. Maybe someone is saying something by giving Flagstaff the most beautiful weather ever for the weekend.

Flagstaff came through with 3 very solid teams. The wildest of the three, Zoomagedon, was my team. The hobos were seeking refuge in our zoo, after we showed them the advantages of living in cages. We even went undefeated until the final, which was a weird sensation for me, where we lost to the ugliest of the three, the Ugly Sweaters. Either way, Flagstaff was looking good.

The forest party Saturday night took place just out of town and, with the help of big speakers and a car, turned from bonfire, to dance bonfire, to pass out from exhaustion. While this arguably gave us a disadvantage Sunday, it was definitely worth it.

Durangans



The thirsty coon drinks from the disk

Zoomagedon, bitch!

Lemur-zebra-coon


Dumpster.

Ziggy tearin up the scene.

Jonny P. Zoo instinct, even in an ugly sweater.



Cuddle Puddle!

The gorilla seduces the giraffe

and the Lexi


Tom tom.



Dump again.


The finalists. Zoomagedon + Ugly Sweaters.

Me, being moved form front to back.

This weekend I went to San Fransisco. While there I met up with numerous awesome people from Flag, and met a bunch of people from the rest of the world.

I went for two reasons. The first reason is that I needed to re apply for a new Australian passport. So I did that, which was on one side of San Fransisco. Then I rode across the city with no real directions or reference points. I asked locals how to get to Golden Gate park and they sort of pointed in a general direction or got their iPhones out. After being intentionally lost for about an hour, taking a nap, and exploring the city that is San Fransisco I ended up at the park.

The second reason I went was for Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. This, for me, turned out to be a 50 hour jumble of hoe down, naps, beach, bluegrass, bonfire, foosball, and all things associated with a 600,000 person free bluegrass festival. Some of the legendary acts I got to see include Robert Plant, Earl Scruggs, Hot Buttered Rum, DeVotchKa, the Devil Makes Three, Bela Fleck, and Buckethead, amongst others.

Someone thought it'd be rad to cut the straps on my bike rack a poach my bike. With that minor detail exempt it was a perfect weekend, otherwise free of me losing my belongings. While I do now get wet because I lack fenders on the bike I am riding, I can hope someone else out there is riding it around, and, well, not getting wet.


This is Adam, Annalise











Us being serenaded




Annalise O'Toole

Lexi Alseike

Crowds

Our friend Steve (left), and potentially the best chicken dancer I ever met, Mike

Dylan

Evan Aardal

Maya Cantlon

Psycho-awsome high five girl


The Wanderer

Chealsea



Collecting Can Man

Fitz + The Tantrums



San Fransisco Bay

Cuddle Puddle!

 
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