Tuesday, January 22, 2008

ECPP 2: The Reckoning

So, the last time the Deadspin folk got together, I, uh... damn. Not good. This time was a bit more low-key, yet no less fun. Again, I lost composure, blacked out a bit; yelled at children, danced with fake flappers. 'Twas all in good fun. Seton Hall-Louisville was surprisingly watchable, the new faces were fantastically funny and, as per the norm, people took a lot of pictures of Adam trying to make me look as homosexual as possible. Such is life.

To all involved, thanks again for a great time in paradise (read: Newark, New Jersey). From the fight on the PATH train to the drunk Brit telling me he was a millionaire and then refusing to buy shots for the bar (I got Sambuca out of it), it was a night that lived in infamousnesses.

Now, on to the PICKSHURES (mostly Phony's camera; the one of me screaming/the one with me and Pete Jayhawk are Peter Cavan's. Thanks, Pete.):



Phony Gwynn said...

I ain't the one that put that teepee on ya shoe, browsa.

What up with the pics? Cain't see most of 'em.

Business or Leisure? said...

I'm too lazy to fix them, and I don't know what the problem is. They work at my job and on my computer so I don't know what the problem is in the first place.


CLARE. said...

Wait, who bought me the shot of Wild Turkey? Was that you or was it MAH-tin?

Wanda (aka Metschick) said...

Next pants party, I'm def. not skipping the afterparty.

Wooden Woody Widenhofer said...

I completely forgot about the shots of Wild Turkey. Now that was a fantastic idea! Please tell me Phony got a picture of the fabulous fella that was outside.

Phony Gwynn said...

Dammit, I didn't. Someone had my camera inside.

I thought of a name for him after-the-fact, though: Hundredaire Ted FreeBasiasi.

Business or Leisure? said...

Wait, there was Wild Turkey? BALLS. Well, I got got Sambuca out of it, and I made some women feel stupid for having spoken to me on a train. WORTH IT.

CLARE. said...

OH MY GOD, THE DUDE OUTSIDE! I totally forgot about him.

Phony Gwynn FTW: "Why are you dressed like the Miami Dolphins?"