Hair on a wave.
Hair on a wave.
Audrey Hepburn right outside some bar in DTLA.
Probably gonna shave this off tomorrow.
The Wilshire Grand again. It's so close to being completely built. Life goal: get an office there.
My longtime online friend Martin (center), his wife Liga, and his friend Kristoff (all proud Latvians) visiting America from Estonia. I've known Martin since I was in high school (14 years!) so it was great finally meeting him.
I always fucking do this and it frustrates the neat-freak in me. I mean, I know that the platito (I have no idea what you call these small plates in English–coffee plate?) is there to catch spills from the coffee cup, but ehh.
I'm flashing some sort of ambiguous horned hand sign. Could be sports-related, could be demonic.
We've been keeping this secret for a while. 😗
"Boots on the Ground." Quite literally.
Horses in downtown!
Desert boots and skinny jeans combo? Yea or nay?
"Calling Home… from Home." Everyone calling home as soon as they landed in Maine. For one thing, it's a lot cheaper and easier than calling from Germany or Bahrain. Fun fact: I only spoke to my family once in Iraq. Because of the time differences (they were living in Japan at that time), it was never a good time to call. I finally got a hold of my dad using the satellite phone our unit had. So while everyone was able to call home upon landing on the Mainland, I couldn't really until I can reactivate my mobile plan and international calling. 😕
"Place Bags and Marines Here." Patrick sitting in a hangar. We're on our way back from Iraq, and I think this was in um… Bahrain. I am pretty sure. I think he's married already, which is a shame because I had such a crush on him.
The word "train" (referring to the transport) is weird. It turns out it was an Old French word meaning "to pull." And now you know.