Proof I am an Adult, Episode 3: Bag It Before You Tag It

Sometimes I don't stay at home. In these cases I am either at my bass player's apartment (eating ramen, watching awesome movies) or I'm at Annieliese's (eating popcorn, watching awesome movies). Monday (or was it a tuesday) night found me at Annie's. Her roommate gave me a sleeping bag with which to sleep. I, being a level-headed adult, decided to get warm immediately by wrapping myself up with it.



By 'wrapping myself up' I mean 'wear the sleeping bag upside down, demand someone take a picture, and slowly lose oxygen.'

Proof I am an Adult, Episode 2: Jim Beam Black, Don't Ever Go Away.

I really appreciate a good small bottle of Jim Beam Black. I then appreciate smuggling it into the Cubby Bear and drinking it with a friend. I then appreciate people documenting my behavior on the internet, which I immediately forward on to my mother, just so she knows how much of a good clean fun time I'm carefully having:



I then appreciate my mother sending me back an email saying I look vaguely like Jim Carrey (my hero since the age of 9). Mom knows all the right things to say.

Proof I am an Adult, Episode 1: Grabbing My Crotch

I would just like to state for the record that while typing that title, I saw a bright little silver dot on the computer screen that really wasn't there. Brain tumor?

Anyway.

Every month I like to send my family (the email list consists aunts, uncles, and of course my mother) a picture or two of me being exceptionally adult-like, just so they know that I am holding my own in the big city and upholding the family name in any and all ways I can.

This is the first one I sent them: