day three, the bar

this is the part where i realize i'm probably a much healthier, saner person for not living near my best buds. however, healthy and sane doesn't always mean fun.

after turkey time, we went out for a few toddies to help along the digestion. chaos followed shortly thereafter.

the spot where coury and i first spoke, plaqued and screwed to the top of the bar. along with the rest of the regs at blues on tap. how romantic.

the evening starts out normal enough. mike smokes himself a black and mild.

patrick, trying to quit the ol' cancer sticks, has himself a chaw of berry blend. he claims it's delicious. i'll take his word for it.

this is where things pick up a bit. derek gets behind the bar to help himself.

everything is a-ok!
the cousins blandford rough housing. i think mike got tired of patrick giving him the ol' butt pat. patrick claims the butt pat is acceptable in darts as it is in football. mike obviously disagrees.

this is where a freaking hilarious picture should be. but, in fear of incriminating myself and my friends from future employment, these words will have to do. if you really want to see the picture, you'll have to email me. it pretty much sums up the night and my amazing friends.

thanks boys and coury. i can't wait to do it again.