Now, check this - Emily's had a crush on John since she was in 9th grade and she subtley hinted that she might want make out with him (she did this by grabbing my arm and whispering "I totally want to make out with John Christie."
The only problem is, Emily's shy and John, although he talks a big game, has a history of "fumbling" when the ball is handed off to him. So I told John that Emily wanted to make out with him and then was like "Hey Emily, why don't you come sit down next to John." Then I got up and took this photo. Look at their "we both totally want to makeout but we're shy" faces. Hehehehe.
Here's my little brother Brett providing further evidence to support the recent scientific discovery that being the "motherfucking Mack Daddy" is likely genetically predisposed.
As soon as I rolled into town, I gots on tha horn and wrangled up Emily Cmielewski and Rachael and we went over to the bar at Chi-Chi's (yep, the Mexican restaurant chain) for some strip-mall style Jersey nightlife action.
After getting the ladies all wet with a solo rendition of the Police's 1978 hit "Roxanne," Emily and I stepped up to the mic to kick a duet of Human League's 1982 hit "Don't You Want Me." Check out DJ/Entertainer Jo Jo Russell (the karaoke emcee) pumpin his fist Arsenio Hall style. "Hoo Hoo Hoo!"
After getting a little drunk, he headed over to Kate's Corner from some vegan deliciousness. Emily makes a wish over a peice of cheese-less cheesecake.
Another little brother! Ricky Eva '97 (and brother of Jen: '94) pouts because he know Emily's going to score a shitload of points for capturing him on film.
Roxbury, our hometown, had nothing going on. So we hopped in the car and drove to Morristown, NJ where we promply struck RHS Alum paydirt! Emily, Scott Morrison (class of '94, baby), his girlfriend whose name I don't know, and me.
