Thursday, February 9, 2012

Nose, Meet Grindstone.

RoadTrips '12 v1, v1.1 have been over for about 10 days now, but the aftershocks are still settling. Besides the usual RoadTrip accoutrements of good times, good folks, and badly bruised livers, these two had the added excitement of snowbound airports, hurricane-force winds ripping coconut palms out of the ground, torrential rains, and crazy people.

Gotta love Cali. We're glad to be home in one un-tattoo'd, barely pierced piece.

Much fishy vibes to the SacTown posse, the Truckee Society for Recklessness, and the IBL League for yet another productive work trip occasionally marred by random acts of alcoholic revelry, usually interspersed with good food. We knew it was coming, we couldn't get out of the way, and we wouldn't want it to be any other way.

In other news, the 11th Annual Sushi Party has come and gone, and an epic (and far less crowded) time was had by all. If you didn't get invited and feel the need to be part of such an epic celebration of awesomenality, please write your invite request on a large-denomination bill (legibly, people) and send to the Neil Creek Estate for further consideration. BTW - don't call us, we'll call you.

Pics from the last few weeks.

                2/3 of the SacTown Posse, gettin' after some jerky.

                                                    Have a little snow.

        Still the coolest laptop in the Conservation / Preservation biz

                                              Before the Stampede


Back to work, fisha...spring is right around the corner, but we got work to do if we're gonna get any enjoyment out of our time off.

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