Jul 10 2011

It’s unlikely your 4th of July was as patriotic as ours…

Paul

 

… because we all we wearing jean shorts, and really, what’s more American than jean shorts?  The following are some of the best pictures from our “JORTh of July” party we had last week.  You can also read more about the end of the night in my last “Mediocre Fight of the Day” post.  And no that’s not spandex I’m wearing, just boxer briefs.

The whole band was very excited for the party, so we recorded a little song to share our joy with you good people.  Pay close attention to Adam’s crazy eyes about halfway through the video, saying to the camera “I’m REALLY excited to wear some jorts!!!!”  I’ve also written out the lyrics below the video for anyone that want’s to sing along with us.

Lyrics:
JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS
JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS
JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS
JORTS – JEAN SHORTS YEAH!

JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS
JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS
JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS JORTS
JORTS – JEAN SHORTS YEAH!

We most likely won’t be including this on our next album.

We also have some amazing friends.  Friends so amazing that they will not only bake you cupcakes for your JORTh of July party, but they will also make GI Jorts for you as well.

 

Here the men can be seen protecting the shores of Cupcake America.

 

And since it was so hot, we also decided to get an Ice Luge for the party, used to both cool and deliver deliciously American Apple Pie Shots all over people’s faces.  I think they’re supposed to go into your mouth, but nobody could really get the pour-speed reduced below “torrent.”

 

And here are some more pictures of our brave GI Jorts, seen here protecting the Ice Luge.  That’s our giant patriotic balloon as the backdrop.

 

And here’s Adam in his… interesting… take on the theme.  This might explain his crazy excited eyes in the Jorts video.  Sorry boys, he is indeed straight, and that’s his girlfriend to the right of him.

 

Here’s one of my favorite additions to the party (at least until it caused my accident), the super soakers.  Yes, our friend Ryan made his own awesome denim holster.  That is dedication to a party.  Actually, “Squirt Guns and Denim Holsters” would be a pretty cool indie band/album name…  I call dibs.

 

And finally, here are some more random shots from the party for your enjoyment and jealousy.

 

That last one is my favorite, because of Ryan in the background.  I didn’t even notice him the first couple of times I looked at this photo.

 

So that was our very successful party, thanks to all of our friends who made that such a great day.

 

 


Jul 7 2011

Mediocre Fight of the Day: Paul vs Coffee Tables

Paul

Before I made this post I had to make sure to give my mom a call since I know she reads this blog.  ”Alright, so you’re going to read about an… incident, but I want to assure you I’m okay and there’s no reason to worry.”  As a kid I was very reckless (I’ve broken an arm on 5 separate occasions), and I’m sure my mom was continually looking forward to a time when I’d grow up, mature, and start looking out for myself.  Well, apparently at 27 I still haven’t reached that point.

This past weekend my roommate and I threw a “JORTh of July” party, because honestly, what’s more patriotic than jean shorts?  (More on that later)  Since it was so insanely hot outside this weekend, we also decided to have some water balloons and super soakers on hand.  Here’s where the bad decision making comes in – remember when your mom used to tell you “No squirt guns in the house!”?  Well, we kind of ignored this sage advice, and I unfortunately learned the hard way that water is a bad thing on hardwood floors.  While running around like a jackass with the squirt gun, I managed to slip in a puddle, my feet shooting out from under me, and fall hard.  On our coffee table.  That has a glass top.  Thankfully I only hit my elbow and mostly got the side of the table so I didn’t get too badly injured, but here’s some of the aftermath:

Those are my bruised ribs, and my bruised and cut elbow.  So the moral of the story is: listen to your mother.  Even when you’re an adult, the advice she gave you as a kid still stands.  And yes, that is actually a photo of me from 6th grade.  I was a real ladykiller.

 

 

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