August < September

Summer's untimely demise at the cruel hands of September never ceases to leave me feeling bewildered and betrayed.  The nine month of the year is one hell of a buzz kill.  If august was a house party then September would surely be the police knocking on the front door.  Luckily August brought nothing but joy and mirth, so feast your eyes on these photos as you brace yourself for shortened days and term papers.

I hadn't been to a painfully bro'd out kegger in quite some time, and I was quickly reminded why (it was actually pretty fun.)

P Love had August completely locked down!  On B's last day in town we dropped some serious tube meat on the grill.

Daryl graced us with his presence and somehow managed to squeeze in a month's worth of activities into one afternoon. 

James got all weird on some jellyfish.

When you've got these two on your porch you know it's going to be a good time.  Or maybe just prepare yourself for some noise complaints.

An odd mix of people ventured off to Monterey for the First City Festival.  Strange times were shared and friends were made.

Taco Tuesdays at Tommy's has become a beautiful ritual.  On this particular evening Fnan convinced the terrified looking blonde haired woman's boyfriend to buy us a round of shots.  

The Giants have been getting it together this month, so come to think of it, bring on September baby!