11/7 - 11/8/2008
Friday11.7.2008
Kickin it with Living Water, Yale's Christian a capella
group (no Andy Bernard)
SBTG Dunk SB lo's. Asia Exclusive.
Later that night was UCW's lock-in. We have
literally been trying to put on one of these joints for
years, with no success. We soldiered on this year tho
and it was thorough.
Liz look fly in my gears.
Yooj!
Ayoo, Dan.
Moh lei made some mad foods for our sustenance.
Chea!
Ben look fly too.
He's filled with glee, on the inside [||].
Errbody love to get behind them drums.
aaand...
Lights out.
We did praise and worship, alternating with prayers (individual,
group, and communal), for two and a half hours. This was less
ridiculous and more spectacular than it sounds.
Culminating in kicking it up behind the podium on some family sing-
a-long ish, but no kumbaya.
Afterwards, we retired to the basement to enjoy the
goods prepared by Emily, plus ramen (always got to
have the ramen at church functions, nullus j.i.c.).
I call this next series of four shots, people eating
rice krispy treats.
Dan eating.
Alice eating.
Lills eating.
Grace was eating, then stopped.
Blee can't stay away, sonn be coming in from the city
all over the place. Good to see him around.
Cutting up.
Madd good, sonn.
On the electric gui-tar, Mr. Garrett Fiddler.
Blee looking bleeful.
A short while after finishing the praise portion of the
night, and during the jus kickin it segment, Esther
showed up (having fulfilled well her nightly allotment
of Freshman Counselor duties) with two young
charges in tow.
Yena be intense.
David be nonplussed.
UCW does love its kimchi.
Roughly two hours after I'd excused myself for bed, I
found myself back up and rockin steady in the church
office with the stalwart remainder of kinfolk still doin
they thing.
aha ha, ha.
Saturday11.8.2008
Having outlasted the rest of our group, three of the freshmen and I
sent ourselves to sleep at 4:30 AM. A scant four and a half hours
later, we were rudely (or not so much) awoken, to some Will Smith
pancakes (i.e. they was so fresh) and sausages (nullus), OJ, etc.
Janice capable.
Liz, proud of her handiwork.
James' butterfly.
After finishing breakfast, we headed back: the students
to campus and me to home. Planning to hit the studio
that afternoon, I finished writing up some bars and
knocked out for an hour, then headed down into town
and to work.
SOS New Haven: Sheemo, Eman, Ca$h.
GANJI aka So Yoon (a/k/a So Money) came through as
well to bless the mic and take some flicks. The next
photographs are courtesy of her camera, ably wielded.
Da Boof'.
Stuntin' (pronounced stunnnin).
After an afternoon and evening well spent in these sorts of pursuits,
I headed over to Dport and kicked it in Erin's suite with some local
flavor for a long minute.
Local flavor, major [||] on this one, ayo.
Having outlasted the rest of our group, three of the freshmen and I
sent ourselves to sleep at 4:30 AM. A scant four and a half hours
later, we were rudely (or not so much) awoken, to some Will Smith
pancakes (i.e. they was so fresh) and sausages (nullus), OJ, etc.
Janice capable.
Liz, proud of her handiwork.
James' butterfly.
After finishing breakfast, we headed back: the students
to campus and me to home. Planning to hit the studio
that afternoon, I finished writing up some bars and
knocked out for an hour, then headed down into town
and to work.
SOS New Haven: Sheemo, Eman, Ca$h.
GANJI aka So Yoon (a/k/a So Money) came through as
well to bless the mic and take some flicks. The next
photographs are courtesy of her camera, ably wielded.
Da Boof'.
Stuntin' (pronounced stunnnin).
After an afternoon and evening well spent in these sorts of pursuits,
I headed over to Dport and kicked it in Erin's suite with some local
flavor for a long minute.
Local flavor, major [||] on this one, ayo.
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