Two days before my birthday is Harrison’s birthday. Harrison is one of my best buddies and a Los Angeles Wedding Photographer. You can check out his own recent engagement on the website. To celebrate his 30th birthday we went camping at Malibu Creek State Park.
Here are the Boy Scouts working to put a tent up. Harrison is earning his hipster merit badge.
I thought we were going to do this all weekend.
I got a Gorillapod for my birthday, and this is my first use of it. This is what it’s like to be my beer bottle.
Instead we were tricked into going on a hike.
Blue skies over golden fields of fuel for the next fire.
Boooooooooring!
Men cooking meat over the fire.
Hanging out by the fire.
Roasting marshmallows over the fire is a must for camping.
My birthday celebration spilled over into Harrison’s a little bit. These light sabers proved to be great lanterns.
Michelle threw a surprise birthday party for my 30th birthday. I use the term “surprise” loosely. We are good at the communication thing, so we know what the other is up to most of the time. I knew something was going down. I just kept my nose out of her business the best I could, because I knew she wanted to do something special. The day of the birthday I knew Michelle needed time to prep things in the apartment, so I told her I’d go out for some drinks for a couple of hours.
Two hours is a long time, and a lot of whiskey can be consumed in that time. I walked back to my apartment with a note on the door that read, “Sit down and play the DVD.” My first thought was, “She got me porn for my birthday!” Nope. What I got was way cooler! In my intoxicated excitement I do drop the F-bomb at least once in the video, so play at your own risk.
Yes, Michelle got my friends to dress up in masks and parade around my living room with light sabers! That’s just the start. It kept getting better and better!
Why is that Clone Trooper giving the Star Trek “live long and prosper” sign?
Everything was Star Wars, right down to the plates.
After eating some food and having some beers, we walked over to Backstage to do some drinking and karaoke, but there were more surprises in store for me there.
“Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi! You’re my only hope.” Yes, this is my birthday cake! Be jealous little kids!
Let me show you again. This is my birthday cake. R2-D2! Red Velvet R2-D2.
I wish I had more photos from my birthday, but six Jameson on the rocks before dinner and the party begins will make you forget to take your camera and other details throughout the night. I am waiting for some more photos to come from friends that had cameras during the night. I’m still debating whether to post my karaoke video, because I drank A LOT. I scream the F-Bomb at the beginning of the song, and then it goes downhill from there.
Michelle really outdid herself this time. I definitely don’t feel old after having a birthday party like this. I love it! You can bet she’s going to get the best Avatar surprise birthday party next time around.
If you’ve read Michelle’s post you already know. Yup! I’ve moved out of my parents’ house before thirty! We’ve nailed down a place to live, right next to Downtown Culver City. I can now go to happy hour any time I want and stagger home. There’s a down side to this. All this going out costs money.
Life without all the responsibilities of adults is what we wanted to start with, so we decided to rent. While rent is significantly cheaper than the chunk of mortgage I was paying on my parents’ place (nice way to dodge some taxes), I am having a minor freak out about money right now.
Michelle is probably annoyed with me questioning everything we are spending. Do we really need brand new furniture? There’s plenty of good stuff on Craigslist that might not have bodily fluids on it. Do we have to do laundry again? Turn your underwear inside out and backwards at least once before washing it. Dinner? We ate yesterday!
Still, even though it’s an apartment I’d like our place to feel like our first home. That’s why we will be decorating like this.
It’s like having porcelain dolls all over the house but a lot less creepy.
Nothing says good morning like Emperor Palpatine and Darth Maul side by side.
I’m already tired of wedding planning. It’s not that I don’t care. It’s just that all this thinking and researching is cramping my easy-going demeanor. I like to show up places and let whatever happens happen. Weddings don’t seem to be too conducive to this type of lifestyle.
You want my opinion? Go with the classic Stormtrooper helmets over the Clone Trooper helmets. Actually, now that I’m looking at this picture, having a Star Wars themed wedding would make decision making pretty easy.
Ceremony Music: Imperial March
Reception Music: Mos Eisley Cantina Band
Bridesmaid Dresses: Golden Bikinis
Cake: Death Star
Wedding Date: May the Fourth be with you!
Maybe this is why Michelle is going to make most of the decisions, like our website domain:
Someone took on an enterprising project of splitting the entire original Star Wars movie into 15-second clips and asking Vimeo users to recreate the scenes themselves. There are only three completed scenes so far, but I’m super excited to see this come to completion. It’s great because it allows you to view the original clip when you look at the recreated clip.
Does that mean if I download all the original clips and put them together I’ll have the full movie?
I’ve been freaking out over buying a house recently and realizing I can afford very little in the market. I told Michelle, “No more spending!” When she found out I passed up these bobble heads, she went ahead and bought them for me. It’s okay. We can be happy living with my parents forever.
Michelle has already told the world that we are in a battle for sexiness, both for ourselves as well as against each other. It’s time to get back in shape. So far, not so good. We had an after Christmas party. Why? Pretty much because we had the option.
At least there’s salad and fruit there, right? I didn’t touch it.
Vegetables and split pea soup. Nope. I went straight for the ribs.
Chocolates, crackers, chips, dip, and cheese. Awesome.
This is filet mignon seasoned with bacon salt. It really is awesome. I no longer regret my purchase.
Chicken, also seasoned with bacon salt. Delicious.
I’m sure some of you are looking at this and thinking, “Well it’s a lot of food, but you can run that off in a week or so. It’s the holidays. Live a little.” Yes I could do some exercise and burn the extra caloric intake. Instead I did this, because my friend was in town and wanted to hang out but do something low key.
We’re all Apple users, except the poor sap on the far left. We even have a telecommuter on an Apple, coming to our social gathering via video chat. That’s me on the far right. I was doing some research. Apparently Google can’t find the droids I’m looking for either.
I came home early today, because I felt like impending illness was coming upon me. Before I went into the house, I checked the mail. My new hoodie arrived! Before I laid down for a nap, I just had to take a picture of it and post it. Unfortunately, it’s not broken in yet, so the hood is a bit stiff and misshapen. Don’t worry. I’ll look way cooler when I get my blaster.
Now if I could only find the droids I was looking for…
I ran across this hoodie at the Mark Ecko shop. I absolutely love this, but I don’t think I make enough money to justify spending it on hoodies designed to look like Storm Trooper battle armor just to fulfill my inner geek. Still it got me thinking about the men, who wear the actual uniforms.
There is something so precise and sterile about Storm Troopers. White uniforms, marching in perfect alignment. Do you think Storm Troopers had time cards, or did they just know where and when to show up? I wouldn’t want to be late anywhere for fear of getting choked out with a Jedi death grip from Lord Vader. Talk about a demanding supervisor.
Then there is the rest of the list of questions and observations I have…
Are laser blasts covered by their health care plan?
Can you decide not to take a job with the Empire? You were clonsed for the specific purpose of being a Storm Trooper, but has anyone had bigger dreams, maybe of being a dancer? They obviously don’t promote from within since none of the admirals or captains look like the clones. That’s no way to boost corporate morale.
Having an entire work force of clones would wreak havoc on human resources. I bet there’s a lot of stealing of Empire-issued identification cards for identify theft. If I looked exactly like the hundreds of thousands of other guys that worked with me, I know I’d try to collect their paychecks.
Be honest now, ladies. If a guy produced these in the heat of the moment, would this be a deal breaker? You have to protect your light saber. We can be sure of one thing. Had Darth Vader used these, there wouldn’t have been any children that will come back to fight him and the Emperor.
Hello, there. My name is Matt, but on this website I just refer to myself as m@. I love all things Star Wars, food, beer, and music, especially The Beatles. I'm one who likes to be noticed and will sometimes say or do inappropriate things to get your attention. I'm perfectly complimented by my online and real life partner Michelle.
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what brewery wants to sponsor my birthday? only a dozen people. need some small beers for poolside palm springs. 10 mins ago
@djjewelz the awesome thing is they'll bring it to anaheim and sell it right away. one of those facebook people should buy it. 11 mins ago
@iheartmisonator problem is the noise can't be caught outside the buttocks. if you need to let a silent one go, bend down to tie your shoe. 11 hrs ago