Yeah, here you go - we haven't even left my block yet and already Scott's got his shirt unbuttoned trying to see if it's any easier to hail a cab while looking like a gay leather enthusiast.
Scott almost ended up getting in a fist fight with this guy, but then after the live band that was there played a few songs by The Dead, everyone mellowed out (yeah, maaaaan...play "Box of Rain") and they ended up buying each other shots...
What's weirder than the fact that Scott Jentzen's married? Oh yeah, the fact that he has two...yep TWO...kids. The lovely Abbey Rose was born on March 28, 2002.
Now Scott and I had spent many an hour compiling lists of things we would do if, per chance, we were ever given our very own midget. So we didn't waste any time and got right down to the activity at the top of our list: finding out just how much alcohol a midget can actually consume.
After dancing with the midget, Scott and I started asking people that we knew who he was. Turns out, some friends of ours from high school saw him singing kareoke at a bar 20 minutes cross town and they were so thoroughly entertained by him that they just grabbed him and brought him along. When we asked them how he was getting home they told us, "Hey, if you want to give him a ride home, you can have him for the night." That's right. They gave us their midget.
Random photo of Scott and Doug with my little brother. We were all home for the holidays and realized that we had never taken my brother out to Frank's Chicken House to celebrate his 18th birthday. (Located in Manville, Frank's is NJ's premier all-nude strip club)
Here we are at Ciao Bella on Newbury Street. We went to eat there because my ex-roomate Jen works there. The food was really good, but it gave me a real pain in the wallet. This is the same restaurant where we would later experience the "Sketchy Wife's Credit Card Incident." (don't ask...)
