What Happens in Springfield...

Yup, I'm back in Western Massachusetts again. This time, I'm visiting my family to play Best Man while my baby brother gets a ball-and-chain attached next weekend... but before we can let any church organist play "Here Comes the Bride" the timeless and all-important ritual of the Bachelor Party simply must be observed.


The Man of the Hour - Tower of Power
Exactly how many beers makes a camera smile this cheesy?


The Andy approves of his seat in the limo.


Peter Griffin Syndrome: some women can't resist fat, drunk, loud Irish guys.


Bullseye: When hanging out with a Marine and a ninja, something's gotta rub off



Thanks to everyone who made last night possible for Brien... and not just our crew of Tommy, Andy, Joe, Jimmy, Billy, Chris, Matt and Mikey... but also Mom, Dad, Marty, Sue, Hoss, Danny, Joe's drunk chick from the photo above (whoever the Hell you are), Joe's bartender cousin, the chick that gave me a massage, the cops that didn't arrest any of us for anything, the strippers at the Mardi Gras and Tom the Limo driver... Thank you all for playing a part. :)

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