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.):
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8 comments:
I ain't the one that put that teepee on ya shoe, browsa.
What up with the pics? Cain't see most of 'em.
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.
I'M ONLY ONE MAN.
Wait, who bought me the shot of Wild Turkey? Was that you or was it MAH-tin?
Next pants party, I'm def. not skipping the afterparty.
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.
Dammit, I didn't. Someone had my camera inside.
I thought of a name for him after-the-fact, though: Hundredaire Ted FreeBasiasi.
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.
OH MY GOD, THE DUDE OUTSIDE! I totally forgot about him.
Phony Gwynn FTW: "Why are you dressed like the Miami Dolphins?"
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