Disaster Strike 2010: Portland
Host: Kevin Manahan
November 17-21, 2010
Disaster Strike 2011: New York City
Host: Kristen Henning
June 16-19, 2011
Disaster Strike 2012: San Francisco
Host: James Park
May 18-20, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Disaster Strike!
Every year, at least for the last few anyway, James and I have gotten together in some American city to go absolutely apeshit. We try to eat and drink as much as our bodies will allow or even barely tolerate. Tourist spots are sort of secondary to restaurants and bars. In Portland one night, we ate two full dinners late at night, one right after another, and then had Kevin stop by a doughnut shop on the way back to our hotel. We drink as much beer and whiskey as we possibly can until our bodies simply give up. In New York City, we fell asleep during a live reading of Ulysses after we kept sneaking into the pub next door, waiting for Kristen to get off work so we could officially start drinking. For the most part, we mostly just yell and cheer and high-five and run amok. At some point, we also threaten to kill one of the host's friends too. There's also long heart-to-hearts while we stumble through the cities and thoughtful conversations as we wander through museums and art galleries. It's just got the same goal every time: go for it at maximum of everything.
DISASTER STRIKE: It's two straight dudes who just love to party until they don't understand what's happening right in front of them. Well, this time, it's on James's home turf to celebrate my birthday. Let the anarchy begin.
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i love these pictures and the two of you. also, did you know that kim and i were secretly trying to plan with james a way to head up to S.F. and surprise you for your birthday? alas, it didn't work out, but i hope it was an epic time. i'm counting down for when james comes our way for his 30th!
James told me about the secret plan on our way to the airport, and I'm glad he waited. Otherwise, I would've spent the whole weekend wondering what it would've been like if it had been the four of us instead of the two. Because, honestly, I would've lost my fucking mind if you and Kim had randomly popped out somewhere in San Francisco. I would've just started throwing money into the street and cheering like I was at a music festival. It would've been a scene. The good people of San Francisco thank you.
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