Doug was still in town visiting and was kind enough to run all over town with me and help set up for the party. It was a BYOB affair, but because all the bodegas in my hood close at 9pm, we scored a shitload of cases of PBR and a buncha bottles of booze for back-up.
And here he is a few minutes later trying to knock the camera out of my hand after he suddenly woke up when I giggled too loud while leaning in close to take another "sleepy guy" photo.
...then Doug and I took the NJ Transit train down to Sea Side Heights to meet up with my buddy Scott who was down there on vacation with his sister and his two kids. Here's Doug crashed out on the train with his sleepy seatmate.
After a few drinks (and oh, about 25 cartridges of Polaroid film that I managed to snag for free) we headed over to Misshapes where Doug defended his territory with the Miagi crane-kick.
