carnival/Lowdown comes east, dudes go bowling/camping on Loyalsock Trail
white trash carnival down the street
haha
Fact. I've shared more desserts with Jon than anyone else in the city of Philadelphia. I'm pretty sure we have a rep with the majority of the waitstaff in the Fishtown/Northern Liberties area. While this one was better than the spicy pepper cookies at JB's, next time I think I'll just write CHOP a check. At least it was for a good cause.
Lowdiggity came in from Londontown for a few days so the KU Krew met up at the lanes
13 years ago...damn
obviously
cheers to Dan for hooking up the penthouse lanes
Ron haggles with the electronic scoring system
"The quicker I roll this frame...
...the sooner I can get back to my pale ale and tots"
(Dan contributes to the phone zone) "Hey Brett, remember Fov?"
Chris asked Salon Joey for the Paul Revere
John VanDine gives me a much needed lesson in smart-phoning
final frames, I needed to focus.
the approach...
the release...
the rapture.
great fucking night!
dinner at the VanPollard's before a weekend get-a-away
Addison says, "Let's eat!"
then Matt, his brother Chris, his friend Glenn, Chris (Pierre) and myself were off to the Kayes' family cabin for some long overdue outdoorsy type shit. "Yo, who has my corner piece?"
Reese Forbes stretches are mandatory before we hit the trail
Harley helps out any way he can
Into the grütz
father and son take in some scenery
once you figure out the steps to get across to the middle, it's always fun to watch everyone else attempt it.
Glenn makes his own route out
"Dude are you sure that's where you stepped?"
phew! if Chris hadn't done his stretches he would have taken a header for sure
Pierre says, "Time to take the bridal off the pony and get dunked."
"Anybody pack the Pert Plus?"
the scenery was horrible
photo shoot for Chris' solo album. I shoulda sepia toned it for effect.
lost. moss only grows on the north side of trees right?
the ascent begins
possible B side inset?
uh oh. temperature's rising, time to convert
Glenn stepped in my dressing room and followed suit. pull the curtain.
don't worry, your monitor is fine. the glare off my ham hocks is just affecting your white balance
Above the knee is fine by me. (my summer motto)
perfect spot for some R&R
Tough Mudder training. bring on the Ball Shrinker
Pierre, mid conversion
the action was documented from all angles
Kayes Brothers Outdoor Expeditions
we reached Sonnes Pond at last
back into the Okefenokee trying to figure out next move. (long story short, I fucked up and left my keys in Matt's car so we had to reassess our route being as we couldn't complete the loop we originally planned)
after a day on the slopes, Chris was hungry.
Chris always takes full advantage of downtime on the trail
a decision was made and we took a detour back to the bridge en route to a site we passed earlier that morning
the sun was beginning to set on the other side of the ridge
sum up this hike in one word Chris. "Strenous"
settled in for the evening
my new digs
Matt and I have the same tent so I had to look for the Chucks on the front porch to know which was mine
man, talk about a smoke 'em if ya got 'em situation.
evening footwear of choice. keeping it casual on the rocks as always
doesn't get much better
"starving" comes nowhere close to describe how I was feeling at this point. Off to the kitchen. Let's eat.
organic obviously
Chris got a little over excited stirring his boiling pad thai and dumped some on his slippers. Since I was the group's Eagle Scout I obviously had the first aid kit packed.
cancel the Medevac. catastrophe averted, looks like he'll keep the foot
nothing beats a good fireside chat with the bros
good night
good morning. unzipped my tent at 6:30, gathering kindling at 6:32. on the trail, four things are mandatory; food, water, a fire in the evening, a fire in the morning. "Hey Chris, you're done with that Anderson Cooper article right?"
Java Joey says, "press, plunge and pour"
homestretch
back to the homestead for some target practice
Chris only throws from the cock
everybody now, "Pull!"
choose your bird
peep the airborne spent shells. caught 'em mid ejection. 1 for each bullseye
"Wait a sec, I gotta to switch something up"
just needed to adjust the site to "from the hip"
Now that he got a whiff of gunpowder, look for Chri...pardon me, Deadeye at your local range.
"I think I could go quail hunting."
white trash carnival down the street
haha
Fact. I've shared more desserts with Jon than anyone else in the city of Philadelphia. I'm pretty sure we have a rep with the majority of the waitstaff in the Fishtown/Northern Liberties area. While this one was better than the spicy pepper cookies at JB's, next time I think I'll just write CHOP a check. At least it was for a good cause.
Lowdiggity came in from Londontown for a few days so the KU Krew met up at the lanes
13 years ago...damn
obviously
cheers to Dan for hooking up the penthouse lanes
Ron haggles with the electronic scoring system
"The quicker I roll this frame...
...the sooner I can get back to my pale ale and tots"
(Dan contributes to the phone zone) "Hey Brett, remember Fov?"
Chris asked Salon Joey for the Paul Revere
John VanDine gives me a much needed lesson in smart-phoning
final frames, I needed to focus.
the approach...
the release...
the rapture.
great fucking night!
dinner at the VanPollard's before a weekend get-a-away
Addison says, "Let's eat!"
then Matt, his brother Chris, his friend Glenn, Chris (Pierre) and myself were off to the Kayes' family cabin for some long overdue outdoorsy type shit. "Yo, who has my corner piece?"
Reese Forbes stretches are mandatory before we hit the trail
Harley helps out any way he can
Into the grütz
father and son take in some scenery
once you figure out the steps to get across to the middle, it's always fun to watch everyone else attempt it.
Glenn makes his own route out
"Dude are you sure that's where you stepped?"
phew! if Chris hadn't done his stretches he would have taken a header for sure
Pierre says, "Time to take the bridal off the pony and get dunked."
"Anybody pack the Pert Plus?"
the scenery was horrible
photo shoot for Chris' solo album. I shoulda sepia toned it for effect.
lost. moss only grows on the north side of trees right?
the ascent begins
possible B side inset?
uh oh. temperature's rising, time to convert
Glenn stepped in my dressing room and followed suit. pull the curtain.
don't worry, your monitor is fine. the glare off my ham hocks is just affecting your white balance
Above the knee is fine by me. (my summer motto)
perfect spot for some R&R
Tough Mudder training. bring on the Ball Shrinker
Pierre, mid conversion
the action was documented from all angles
Kayes Brothers Outdoor Expeditions
we reached Sonnes Pond at last
back into the Okefenokee trying to figure out next move. (long story short, I fucked up and left my keys in Matt's car so we had to reassess our route being as we couldn't complete the loop we originally planned)
after a day on the slopes, Chris was hungry.
Chris always takes full advantage of downtime on the trail
a decision was made and we took a detour back to the bridge en route to a site we passed earlier that morning
the sun was beginning to set on the other side of the ridge
sum up this hike in one word Chris. "Strenous"
settled in for the evening
my new digs
Matt and I have the same tent so I had to look for the Chucks on the front porch to know which was mine
man, talk about a smoke 'em if ya got 'em situation.
evening footwear of choice. keeping it casual on the rocks as always
doesn't get much better
"starving" comes nowhere close to describe how I was feeling at this point. Off to the kitchen. Let's eat.
organic obviously
Chris got a little over excited stirring his boiling pad thai and dumped some on his slippers. Since I was the group's Eagle Scout I obviously had the first aid kit packed.
cancel the Medevac. catastrophe averted, looks like he'll keep the foot
nothing beats a good fireside chat with the bros
good night
good morning. unzipped my tent at 6:30, gathering kindling at 6:32. on the trail, four things are mandatory; food, water, a fire in the evening, a fire in the morning. "Hey Chris, you're done with that Anderson Cooper article right?"
Java Joey says, "press, plunge and pour"
homestretch
back to the homestead for some target practice
Chris only throws from the cock
everybody now, "Pull!"
choose your bird
peep the airborne spent shells. caught 'em mid ejection. 1 for each bullseye
"Wait a sec, I gotta to switch something up"
just needed to adjust the site to "from the hip"
Now that he got a whiff of gunpowder, look for Chri...pardon me, Deadeye at your local range.
"I think I could go quail hunting."
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