I love their two faces in this photo! They're both totally like "My mouth tastes like burning!" After we finally finished with all the photos in the church, we all piled into limos and...
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!
Here's Lori with Russ, Jeff and Tim. This woman was hands-down one of the most influential people in my life and she's pretty much one of the reasons that I didn't end up in jail (or worse, still living in New Jersey! I keeeed, I keeeed!). I'm sure the same pretty much goes for the three guys in this photo as well. We were all kind of rowdy delinquents that somehow all ended up in choir - and Ms. Lynch totally took no bullshit and whipped our asses into shape. Thanks, Lori! We all owe you a huge debt! Was so great to see she's still being recognized as a great teacher!
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 didn't get to my parent's place until later on in the evening. We kicked it with my fam for a bit and then everyone went to bed! I wasn't tired, so I called Tim, Scott, Reminay and Erika. I got there around 1am and we decided to hop into Tim's boat (the SS Farley!) and take 'er for a spin on Lake Hopatcong (The largest lake in NJ is in my hometown).
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.
Okay, in fairness to Tim I'm including this picture of his ass-stitches. Earlier in the week, he'd had a cyst removed from his tailbone and he was popping Vicadin prescribed to him for the pain. Vicadin and 15 drinks = Vomit. (by the way, look at those ghetto-ass stitches. It looks like a mis-laced sneaker for fuck's sake. Ew.
Immediately at the conclusion of the service (at 11am) we headed over to the Laughing Lion for drinks and food. Me, Tim Farley and John Christie represent on the Roxbury High School tip.
