This is BJ:
And this is BJ making an angry face:
I know this because when I took his picture, he said, "Okay, now get one of my angry face." I feel like it's a very good angry face. Not a morose, sulking kind of anger, but an I'm-about-to-stomp-a-mudhole-in-your-ass kind of anger.
That first picture was "Take one of me as a dragon," by the way. It's a pretty good impression, too.
The original point of this story was because I was going to update my photo galleries--every February, I try to update every category in celebration of The Strangelands' birthday. But then I remembered that when you add photos to the Strangelands gallery, they have to be relatively small. Plus, I am a creature of habit, and I had already uploaded them to Photobucket.
Anyway, I have these pictures, and I need to post, so I figured I'd show them to you.
I've written about BJ before, in BJ And The Ninjas. If you haven't read it, you really should--it's a great tale of awkwardness.
Here's BJ and I from a long time ago:
I'm not sure how old we were then, so we'll just go ahead and say that is iced tea we're drinking, and candy cigarettes we're holding. Because that's probably the truth. Really.
I know it was a long time ago, because those pictures were taken with one of these.
Anyway, we were talking about BJ. Here he is at IHOP with Louise:
The greatest part about this picture is that Louise hated us. I mean, she wanted us out of her IHOP, and she was none too subtle about making it known. She asked us if we were "all finished up" about ten times, and eventually just took our plates, even though they still had food on them. She gave us our check about six minutes into the meal, and refused to walk by our table when we needed more coffee.
I don't really know, but I'm sure it had something with her lacking a sense of humor. Or maybe she was just tired and wanted some quiet. Happenings around BJ are rarely quiet.
Anyway, we were leaving, and BJ stopped to tell Louise thanks for the service--kind of because he's a nice guy, but kind of because he wanted to get under her skin one more time before we left--and I took this photo. They look happy, don't they?
The weird thing is, even though I know she wanted us out of there, I think we actually cheered her up. Gave her something to laugh about later, once she didn't have to deal with us.
That's another thing about hanging out with BJ, is that you always have a story to laugh about later. Most of those stories end with you saying something like, "What the hell was that about?"
Anyway, so that was Louise.
Here is BJ trying to get to his hotel room:
It's all blurry because I couldn't quit laughing long enough to get a good picture. This was during ACL, by the way. It's not like he always goes around getting his head stuck in elevator doors. Although it probably happens more than you'd expect.
Quick aside about ACL 2009. They put all this new grass in for the festival, because there were complaints in previous years that it was always too dry and dusty. So they put in all this new grass, and then it rained for a week straight before and during the festival. All the people roaming around completely destroyed the grass, but at least they had tons of mud to play in.
There were all kinds of pictures like this posted on the internets:
On Monday, it was discovered that the fertilizer they had used on the newly installed grass was actually recycled from the sewage plant. So those kids in that photo above? Yeah, that's my poo on them.
My first text message to BJ after the weekend was, "You danced in my poo! You danced in my poo!"
His response was, "It felt good between my toes."
Speaking of his toes, here they are back at the hotel that night:
He was exhausted, a little drunk, and ready for bed. He crashed down on the bed, and in true cartoon fashion, bounced right off and into the corner.
I've found that one of the hardest things about being friends with BJ is trying not to pee your pants laughing.
As he cried for help, I walked around and took some more photos. So he gave me an impromptu Thriller dance:
He finally got bored of entertaining us from the corner, and climbed back up to the bed.
To entertain us from there. "Here, take one of me with this Coke bottle." I took a picture.
"Okay, me with this Coke bottle going into my butt!"
He's a very creative model. I titled that picture "Adonis Drinks A Coke," by the way. I felt you should know that.
I thought he'd be a total mess the next day, but he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for IHOP and Louise.
After breakfast, we dropped him and his friend off at Zilker Park, for the next day of ACL. We exchanged hugs, email addresses (so I could send him the pictures of the previous night), and comments about how good it was to see each other again. And just before I left, he said, "Okay, now one where I'm in a Senior picture."
Which he nailed as well as the angry face pose, don't you agree?