Night out with the boys

This past Saturday I spent a whole night with all my boys on Jam. We started at the Honey Pot where everybody got these cool hands.







Then it was off to Apt. 24 in North Beach. I got to ride in a limousine and everything!












At the end of the night my friend Brandon had a little trouble staying on his feet (and keeping his food and drink in his stomach), but he was able to relieve himself next to this bus.

where's some love?

i have really appreciated all the wonderful posts so far, but have you people forgotten about me?

i have this feeling that i had an awesome weekend, but honestly i'm not as young as i used to be and i don't remember a whole lot...

trophs

Happy Thanksgiving

Phew - sometimes it takes a few days to recover from a late night out. I decided to check out the Marina, I figured the girls in SF are waayyyyy hotter than anything I've seen in the last few years (those other men's teams knew the ugliest girls). The guys are the same anywhere...douches, but at least the girls love me.

home sweet home

fresh air

no complaints about the honey pot ... i get to eat late night hot pockets and sleep in past noon on work days. it does get a little stuffy though, so today i went out to catch some fresh air. it was so gorgeous, i lost my shirt and just sported a shiny winner's medal. a couple tourists were a bit skeptical, but i kept screaming: "i'm the mother f'ing trophs and you're blocking my view of the SUTRO" ...

Ugh

I'm still at the Honey Pot, which is cool, but I'm getting tired of wearing that crippled old man's jersey.  Help me.  Please.

Sunday, November 1, 2008

So first thing on Sunday morning, I'm given to this old dude for his birthday present. But he'd rather talk to some chick then play with me, how's that for grateful? Apparently, it's always his birthday, so it wasn't all that exciting for him.

At least the rest of his pals are friendly, and they grab me and take me off for a little game of 10 minutes with trophy. Man, these guys talk a lot, especially this one guy they call the Choon. He just wouldn't stop...

Well, then it's back to the fields to watch the ladies battle it out. After some afternoon excitement, it's settled that I'll be spending the year in San Francisco. Sweet, I love that city, and I was getting so sick of rain. And this time, I get to stay the whole year!

Watching the greatest comeback ever sure got me hungry, so I headed out with the guys to get some food.

I can't even begin tell you how sick I was of fish sticks, so when the guys took me for some wings and beer, I was excited to finally get some real food. And I got plenty (the habnero flavored are spicy) .































Then it was time to go to San Francisco. Apparently, I missed the Jam jet, so I had to fly coach. Oh, the horror.

Thanks for keeping my contacts safe

I woke up this morning with a dry mouth and not much sense of where I was. The grungy sleeping bag and amazing couch quickly clued me in to the fact I was at the Honeypot. But where were my contacts? Oh that's right I had put them in a cup of water next to you. It was great seeing you this morning, already missing you...

Reminiscing on the Cruz

I remembs when I lived in Santa Cruz last year for a really long time. That crazy lady named Sprute or Sprout really loves me! She talks to me, tells me stories about the old days and really makes me feel like part of the family. I hope I can go live in Santa Cruz sometime soon! I also liked when those cute Fury girls filled me with delicious gin and tonic beverages and took turns drinking out of me with their green straws. I am the cup that keeps on giving!

19th and Hampshire = football and fun

Here are some pictures of me with some of my Fury and Jam pals in San Francisco. I showed up with 5 layer dip, just trying to get the party started. I can't wait to see what other cool things people are going to put in me when I get delivered from house to house.

Fern St

here are some pictures of the first place i went when i came back from sarasota to the bay area. i liked el cerrito, but there were about 3 or 4 fewer flat screen tvs than at the next place i went to in san francisco. i guess el cerrito is a little behind the times.

The Trophs!

welcome to my blog. I'm the trophs. I like to be held, dressed up, cuddled, and generally involved when good times are afoot. this blog is about all the great times i'm going to have living in the bay area this year. post early and often!