How I ended up with the Garter:

This is a tale of deceit. While you're at it, throw in some backstabbing, trickery and betrayal. Yes. It's that bad. A few weeks ago, I was in Houston for Kimberly and Wes's wedding having a good ol' time near the dance floor. All of a sudden, everybody scatters away from me like I had just farted (for the record, I had not farted). "What's going on?" I thought. "Was it something I said?". Nope. "Am I going to explode?". Unfortunately, it was far worse. It was the dreaded Garter Toss and I was the only participant (cue the horror-movie music). I scanned the crowd, hoping to guilt trip another single dude to join me. Apparently, no guilt trip would be strong enough for the task as it took an "Et tu, Brute?" moment with Bollich for me to realize that I was going to have to tough this one out on my own.

They say girls dream and obsess every day about their wedding. Well, my theory is that, in this opposite-and-equal-reaction world that we live in, the flip-side is guys have nightmares about the Garter Toss for their entire lives. Maybe into the after-life? I don't know. I wouldn't bet against it. I'm sure lives have been ruined because of it or even wars fought due to this horrible event.

Luckily, my life has not been ruined. And I will spare a principality or two by not going to war. In the end, I would like to share that it was not as bad as you would think. In fact, I got to take a picture with the lovely couple and will forever be immortalized in their wedding album. They'll probably tell stories about me to their grandchildren and how I beat up 10 other gladiators who were all twice my size (or was it two other gladiators at 10-times my size?) to obtain that garter.

Alas, my friends! I will spare you the pain of having to read words any further! Jonathan with Garter!

(note the clean-shaven, mustache-less face)

Celebrations!

Today marks the one year anniversary of my last post! Hooray! Please join me in celebrating by belting out your favorite song in the most bizarre of places - "I'm a Little Teapot" in the elevator on your way to/fro work, "Ice Ice Baby" in your next meeting. Those are just a few examples. Please be creative. I look forward to hearing from you as to how you enjoyed your JPinLA post-iversary.

What started out as a log to document my temporary stay in LA has morphed into a way to keep in touch with my friends and family spread out across the world. I will try my best to post every-other week to do my part to keep in touch. Please enjoy:

Halloween

A few weeks back, I decided to travel to my favorite place in the world: Austin, TX. The reasons were twofold: UT football game and Halloween party at Blaine's new digs. It was a great time to see old friends and take in an awesome autumn day in the Hill Country.

Now, the main point of my post: my costume. Please don't skip to the end or you'll ruin it for everybody...okay, probably not. To save you some time, I will help you determine who I was for Halloween. Tom Selleck as Magnum PI:


Now, here is Jonathan Patrick as Magnum PI:


Please note the attention to detail - from the pose (look at how my right hand pokes out just like the original!), to the Detroit Tigers baseball cap, to the shirt. Did I mention that the mustache is real? I don't mean to toot my own horn, but that is some serious dedication for a Halloween costume.

Granted, my hair could have been a bit shaggier or I could be leaning against a Ferrari Testarosa or even my head could have been tilted the other way, but if you're going to be picky, let me help you out. Please scroll a bit further and click on the intro to the show with its famous theme song and then scroll up quickly to my picture (it's the second one, in case you can't tell). I don't want you to just look at my picture with some random theme song playing in the background. I want you to gaze at my picture (like those 3-D pictures) and allow your senses to be overwhelmed.



See? Now you get it.

I look forward to hearing from everybody and make sure to spread the word that JPinLA is back.