Okay, so it's an older picture, but when one has an excuse to whip out some nostalgia, I say go for it. This is from the black-tie soiree that still ranks as one of my favorite nights. Thanks again to all who made it out, it meant a lot.
But I digress. Yesterday, everyone in the 505 was treated to a certain Mr. Christopher Gubbels driving through for the night after two weeks south de la border with his girlfriend, Trish. It was a fun time had by all, even by the high schoolers who wanted to fight us after we yelled they were driving the wrong way on the street (which they were).
We had a few drinks around town, I showed them the lights of the city, which looks amazing, and we played with their Rey Mysterio lucha libre mask, which turns you into a high-flying badass upon donning it. Sadly (or thankfully?) there was no mischief committed, as the mask-wearing was kept within the safety of my four walls. Yeah, definitely sadly.
I was a poor host in the morning, though; I had to leave early to argue with the bank before I went to work, but it still was great to see them. Godspeed, Gubbs, our paths shall cross again.
And since he's first to vist me since I've moved out here, he's shot up quite a few rungs on the friendship ladder. You all could take a lesson. Not sayin, just sayin.