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!
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).
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).
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.
