Sunday, Bloody (Mary) Sunday

Sunday.  Oh dear lord.  Sunday.  On Sunday morning, the three of us (Meeks, Ed, and I) blearily headed over to Jeremy and Erin's for a homemade bruncheon (my second of the morning after meeting Mary Jane for brunch earlier in the day).  It was a bloody good time.

Everything was going great until the Napkin Bandits showed up

Smokers

Stairwell Portraits

Searching for the rest of Ed's arm.

Ed, reunited.

Storming out, Huxtable style

Pausing for the Gun Show

And here he thought he was all alone

Ed stumbles into some divine lighting

Rooftopin.'  Curiously, I just noticed that there appears to be a little man at the bottom of this photo.  I believe he is waving.  How I wish I had seen him when I snapped the photo so I could have waved back!  Waving to strangers is a dying art in modern America.  We wavers must preserve our friendly culture!

Spirit fingers.

Blood trucks.  

Galavanting

A potty portrait.

Schmancy riverfront condos

This reminded me of this Dali photograph with something like a dude jumping, some paint being flung through the air, and a cat being tossed.  Only better.  Because Ed was NUDE.  (Well, sort of.)