Our NYC adventure was a red hot success. And by red hot, I mean it was in the mid to upper-90s while Eric and I roamed the streets. We arrived at JFK Airport after about 4 hours of sleep from the night before. At the end of our gate was our limo driver, holding what looked more like a torn napkin than a sign that read “EVERETT.” He took us to our car and we were off to Midtown Manhattan. (more…)
Before Maceapalooza 4 started, we gathered as many people as we could to meet for dinner at Trinity. On a night of unlimited drinking, we wanted to have some $5 meals in our stomachs. This is such a great photo, capturing all of my best friends just hours before shot glasses are raised and memories are fogged. To me, it’s a mix of the Rat Pack, The Usual Suspects, and those dogs sitting around playing poker. From left to right, you’re looking at Travis, Estew, Junior, Meints, Tooman, Brad, and myself.
It wouldn’t be Maceapalooza without an Irish Carbomb to officially open the festivities. The boys with hair on their chest lined up for a very impressive, very touching start to a night filled with drinking, dancing, the traditional Brad & Mason duet of “Don’t Stop Believin’,” and many other mind-blowing memories. From left to right, you’re looking at Estew’s arm, Jason, Brad, Tooman, myself, Rolly, and Rogers (all the way from Reno).