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Erika and Scott getting ready to walk down the church steps.
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Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Scott Jentzen! Congrats you two!
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Awwww.
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...I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride! Woooooooo!
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Greeting guests.
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Scott actually decided that the best way for Tim to be his best man would be to get his head surgically grafted to Scott's left shoulder. Now that's a friend!
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After stocking up on coffee and doughnuts, we headed up to Scott's parent's house to get changed into our tuxes. Here's a first look at the groom on his wedding day!
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In a totally random cosmic coincidence, Lori Lynch, our high school choir teacher was being honored by the Rotary Club as one of the Teachers of the Year at the very same restaurant! Here's Lori (wearing her Teacher of the Year medal!) with Scott.
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After the church-rehearsal we went to a nearby Italian restaurant for the rehearsal dinner. Here's Scott and his bride-to-be, Erika, thanking everyone for attending!
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Happy Engagement, Mr. Jentzen! See you at the wedding in a couple of weeks!
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Hahahah. Oh, man. This photo makes me laugh so hard.
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Drunk guy eating a late night snack!
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Who wants a sketchy schwarma at 3:45am?
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These guys!
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...and gave some pound love to our driver and thanked him for ferrying us around all night!
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Wakey, wakey, Gents! Looks like we've arrived at...
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Scott lasted long enough to finish his final beer...
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...then decided to take a lil' nappy-nap for the rest of the ride.
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Scott: Crossing the 59th Street Bridge and feelin' groooooooovy.
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Down the hatch. *shudder!*
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Scott and Tim in the back! I love how excited Tim is about going drinking. Hahaha. I hadn't been out in NYC with these two since Scott's 27th birthday (over 5 years ago! Holy shit, we're old).
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I hopped on the subway and headed up to the Upper West Side to kick the night off with some dinner!
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After we finished eating, we headed out to our...
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Post-tubin' relaxin'.
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A few minutes later, Scott rolled over onto his back (because when you're on your stomach and you get bounced really hard it totally hurts your back) and his ride ended, oh, about .5 seconds after this photo was taken.
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Typically, the driver will start things off mellow, but the longer a rider manages to hold on, the worse the driver will make the ride. Here's Scott about to get whipped over the wake at 30 MPH.
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Go! Tubing is really fun - but it's sort of scary because you can't do anything to steer which leaves you completely at the mercy of the boat driver, in this case, Tim. It's an unspoken rule that it's the driver's job to make the rider eat shit.
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Scott went first. Ready?
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This is the only picture I took inside the bar. (The locals in this part of New Jersey are easily spooked by magic devices like digital cameras, so you gotta be careful).
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Check out how totally lit up Scott was. Hahaha.
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Luckily, big Scott was there to protect us both.
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Remanay (sp?) and Scott.
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Scott, Emily and me. Aw, yeah - Roxbury High School!
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Up at Scott's we watched TV and played with Cleatus.
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Abbey voicing yet another complaint to Pappa Scott.
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Big sleepy guy sleeping on top of the sheets! (Check out Doug's precious "I look like an eight year-old" smile).
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Scott played the "use a baseball to break a bottle game" and won these "I just showed my tits" Mardi Gras beads. Suh-weet!
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We met up with Scott, drank a few beers at his vacation house, hit White Castle and then hit...
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Then later that night, I went up to Mt. Arlington to drink beers and shoot pool with Scott at the incomparable Pat's Bar. (PS - Hey Scott, that's a nice pee stain on your shorts. Hahahaha).
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Afterwards we all piled into the Probe (not wanted to risk our lives for the return voyage across the still very chilly lake) and headed back over to Scott's house for a deck fire and some s'more roasting!
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By the time we'd arrived, the boys that had come over across the lake in Tim's boat were quite a few drinks ahead of us.
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After we heard the bad news, we rerouted our course for the other side of the lake and met up with everyone at the colorfully local lakeside bar "The Tidal Wave Bar & Grill." (Which you may remember as being the site of the infamous "Midget Madness incident" of 2001)
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I went over to Scott's Grandma's house to help out with the kids while he did some yard work for her.
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Scott insists that the marshmallow has to be on fire or it doesn't count.
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And serve.
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After dinner we blew the kids' minds by showing them how to make S'mores.
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On Friday night I took the train out to the Jerz to spend some time with my parents and visit with Papa Scott and his two rugrats.
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Friday night. We headed back into Oranjestad. It was early evening when we arrived and the town was still dead. I decided to nap in the car while Scott set out to explore. We agreed that we'd meet up back over at the Paddock at 9pm. I got there to find he'd already made some new friends.
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After the swim, we had ourselves a (classy) lunch at Hooters of Aruba. (Then my camera died again. Fast forward to....)
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Then we decided to check out the resort's beach. Oh, hello there bath-warm, turquoise water. How are you doing today? Me, I'm now fine as well. Thank you for asking.
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We went over our packing checklist and got some three dolla Chinee foo from across the street and the hung out shooting the shit with my roommate Victoria. Around 2:45am, we were still wide awake and decided we should go out and grab a drink before settling in for the night (that and the fact that Scott was getting my roommate to talk about dirty stuff - I mean, c'mon, do you really need to know your roommate's got a penchant for shaved nuts - and I needed to get him outta there before I lost my mind. Hahaha).
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Er, yeah. Kissy time. (Big ups for my main man Scott. Talk about "taking one" for the team.)
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One of these heads is doing their own thing!
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Reminiscing about Boston.
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Get a load of this fuggin' guy. I love how Scott has a perfect lipstick kiss-mark right in the middle of his forehead for pretty much the rest of the night.
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Hmmm, who could've done that?
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Hahahahahahahaha.
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Turns out, he'd just gotten off and was there to have a few drinks and sing. Awww, yeah.
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We wasted no time busting out the karaoke mic.
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...karaoke sound system! When he heard of our propensity to rock the karaoke mic, he fired that bad boy up and came around from behind the bar to sing with us.
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Here's us with Scott and Eric, two guys that we met that were originally from Boston. Eric, the guy in the JERK shirt, moved to Aruba for good and is a lawyer there.
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Yay, new friends! (Clockwise from Scott: Lorainne, me, Alexandra and Inge).
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So Scott got back from the bathroom and after being introduced to the group we all went out to Ramses car. We figured that he'd drive us around or something but he was like "Aruba was a Dutch colony - nobody here cares if you smoke pot."
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After the parking situation was settled, we headed over to a tiny bar sandwiched between the main drag and the water called "The Paddock." Scott had scoped it out earlier in the night when we were walking around town and said that he thought it might be a fun place at night. Here's Scott posing with one of the raptors outside. Hahah.

We went inside around 10:30pm and managed to snag a table right before the place started to fill up. From our seated vantage point, we spotted a really cute local girl with a bunch of her friends and spent the next few minutes watching the group and looking for an opening. Mid-way through our planning, Scott left to pee and while I was sitting there alone at the table, I decided that I was just going to go over and try to talk to the cute girl. Before I even got near her, I was ambushed by the cute girl's gay friend Ramses. He introduced me to the cute girl, Alexandra, and then asked me if I wanted to smoke some pot with him. I told him "Sure, but can we wait for my friend to get back from the bathroom?" Ramsey's said "Oooooh! The big bald, one? Oh, we can wait for him...mmmmmmhmmmmm." Hahaha.
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So by this point in the night, we'd told everyone that we'd flown in without a place to stay and that we planned on partying ALL NIGHT our first two days and sleeping in the car for a few hours each morning. So when when the Paddock had last call at 2am, the group (still clearly riding high from our Jersey-pride fueled rendition of Bon Jovi's seminal hit "Livin' on A Prayer"), was only too happy to indulge the "crazy New Yorkers," and suggested we all head to an all night karaoke afterhours club. ("An Arubian all night karaoke afterhours club." Is there a sweeter phrase in the world?)

By the way, as we were getting ready to leave the Paddock, the bartender put a stack of plastic cups on the bar. When I inquired what they were for, our new friend Inge explained that they were "to go" cups for your drinks. She mistook my blank stare of disbelief and explained further, "You know, in case you're not done with your drink - you pour it in one of those and then you have it with you for the car ride to where ever you're going next." Me: "Um, but isn't it illegal to drink and drive?" Inge: "I don't think so. Wait, maybe it's illegal for the driver to be drinking, but it doesn't matter. Everyone does it anyway." Me: "Isn't that dangerous?" Inge: "Not really, there are only a few roads and the speed limit is 35mph everywhere - so even if you crash no one really ever gets hurt." Um. Yeah. O-kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
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Let's hear it for making new friends!
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After dinner, we drove out of town and checked out the resort that we'd eventually be staying at. After driving around aimlessly for a few (cranky) hours we decided to head back into Oranjestad. When we got back into town, we spent a long time looking for a place to park. We needed to find a really safe place to park the car (Keep in mind, we didn't have a hotel to check into, so all of our luggage, everything we'd brought with us was locked in the trunk and we couldn't risk a break-in). After almost an hour of fruitless searching, while driving on the busy main road that runs through the middle of downtown Oranjestad, we noticed that people had parked their cars on the five-foot wide cement island that separated that two lanes. At the very end of the line of cars, there was a space that was just big enough to fit our car into. After several failed parallel parking attempts, a frustrated Scott got out of the car, and LIFTED THE BACK END OF THE CAR UP off the road and onto the island. Viola! Instant safe parking.
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Here's a "before" pic I took of Scott's pasty calves in the Aruba airport.
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Sooo tasty.
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Bye-bye, winter!
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We scored a rental car and headed to check in to our...oh, wait, did I forget to mention that our resort check-in date wasn't until Saturday and we'd decided to party the first two nights and sleep in our rental car? Hahah. Ok, so here's the story. Keep in mind, we went on this trip because my Uncle Bruce had a week at a luxury resort that he wasn't going to be able to use. That meant that we had a free place to stay from Saturday to Saturday. When we went to buy plane tickets, we found out that if we flew in on Thursday (instead of Friday or Saturday), our flights would be almost $600 cheaper. Considering we were both trying to save money (neither of us were working at the time), we decided that we take the cheaper Thursday flight and and just sleep in the rental car until Saturday when we were able to check into the fancy resort.
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Excited.
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Here's Scott and I at 10am on Thursday morning leaving my apartment for the airport.
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Despite what this story would otherwise indicate, Tobias must actually have a really good sense of humor. At one point during the five minutes he spent trying to get us to hit him, he pointed at me and said "Fuck you." then slowly turning to point at Scott said, "And fuck you." And then to further illustrate his point, he took his lil' marker back out and wrote this on the wall complete with arrows clarifying who he was directing "the fucking" at. That shit ruled. THAT should be his new tag. Tobias, if you ever read this, I'm sorry we gave you a hard time. Maybe we just caught you on a bad night?

PS - The fact that I'm sorry doesn't change the fact that you're tag is GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Hahahahaha.
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And then after dropping my parents off at home, I swung up to visit Scott but his two rugrats had gotten the best of him that day and he nodded off shortly after I'd gotten there. Bonus points for falling asleep with a full beer and managing not to spill any.
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Scott Jentzen and Kermit Albertson.
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On the Friday before leaving for vacation, I headed out to NJ to hang out with the Fam. Right when I got into town, I stopped to visit my friend Scott (this is around 10pm), but becasuse he has to young kids and gets up for work super early, he pretty much fell dead asleep like 10 minutes after I got there.
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Scott and Abbey.
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Papa Scott with his two rugrats.
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Abbey hamming it up for the camera.
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So while we ate breakfast, he went outside and caught some sleep at the park. (I tried to get a picture of him asleep with his head between his legs looking like a homeless Stone Cold Steve Austin, but he heard us laughing and looked up just in time).
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I call this photo "Birthday Boy, 5:42am." If you listen very carefully while looking at this picture, you can actually hear him groaning. (PS - Is that a velour shirt you're wearing, Scott?)
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We eventually got to sleep around 7am. These crazy fucks came into my room at like 9:15 and woke me up because it was "time to get some eggs." Scott was in good shape until he got a whiff of the extra large plate of bacon I ordered and got really nauseous.
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Remember when you were a kid, sitting in 2nd grade wondering what you'd be like when you were finally "all growed up?" Hehehee. Happy 27th, baby.
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At some point in the early morning, my roommate's cat walked into the living room with something in his mouth. Which closer investigation revealed to be this severed mouse head! UGH! Here's Scott laughing hysterically and posing with it.
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After POP, we walked down to the East Village and then the Lower East Side and pretty much had a drink in each bar we saw.
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It's just not a night out with the fellas from EnJay until somebody pees all over something that belongs to somebody else.
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Some random bar, four hours later.