beach daze/Nate and Deanna's wedding/fireworks/snake lake

first, a peek into the "I used to be able to ollie" archives. both pics by Brian.
Jamesway parking lot, '93 or '94. Chris' Ohio (or Kansas) State sweatshirt, dad's old FootJoys from the 80's and bearing cover for wheels.

next we have a gap drop into a busy street. Brian would later do an illustration of the hydrant in this pic and then make a bunch of screenprints of it on wood blocks. they came out dope. this is back when we first moved to Philly and we were constantly out spot searching. Gleason was living with Matt in Allentown and he'd bring his laundry down on friday night (since their machine didn't "agitate" properly) and then we'd skate all weekend. a grilled cheese at Sugar Mom's was always fit into the agenda.


Dave's zine (from years ago). anxiously awaiting the newest issue!


possibly my 2nd Photo-G appearance (prolly got lost in the mail)

real talk


new slacks day

quality hang outs at the FP show

quality dives as well. the Last Warning cover always gets me involved (pic by Jeff Lasich)

bright and early sunday morning. off to the beach!

crazy fog but still hot as hell




great visibility at 8:30 am!

the skies did clear and my first day on the beach in 2010 was perfect

i mean how could it not be?

near catastrophe prepping my dinner. thoughts of passing out and being face down on my floor, unconscious and bleeding for days on end make me think i should be wearing one of those medic alert beeper necklaces.

thankfully i only lost a few quarts

prepractice shred fest with Kyle



the intro and song #4 are basically in the bag


rehearsal and rehearsal dinner for Nate and Deanna's big day (basically any pic with my face in it that looks like it was shot with a real camera was taken by Allison)

Jesus Christ and Drebin

Jesus Christ blessing the Pushkars


everyone's total concentration was required for the dry run. hey Nigro, is that what you call a 45 degree angle?

off to dinner


Brian volunteered for the role of Pilgrim



Jesus Christ lets Vivian borrow his old swaddled clothes


Brian attempts to explain his rowdy behavior to the disciples

the evening's sins were covered by every media outlet available


water was turned into wine!





the Van Christs


trip out!

few games of stick after dinner

Miami Nate brought his "A" game


Joe proved to be a hustler and my downfall on the felt field





Nate's final evening as a bachelor. I think we watched the Travel Channel.

obviously I enjoyed breakfast on the veranda

toast writing en route to the par 3

"Dude, NO ONE is gonna get the christmas ham reference."

"Was Nate Slash or Dash? Wait, who actually broke the Vectrex on Noble Street?"

stoked to be on the links again!



back to the beach



in the spinach

in the spinach is still better than in the corn though. the round of my life it was not.

we only play for high stakes so Nigro eyed his putts carefully

Ron Pong reports from Olde Homestead

Jon breaks out the Golden Girl for the final hole

this is the last known photo of her. MIA since she left the tee



working in the Games department at Dorney park in high school, we both learned the secret to rolling a perfect game in skee ball but only Brian learned how to juggle




here's our foursome

and here's the whole crew

then it was back to the hotel. time to get ready



the Krew was ready for Nate's long walk

immediately following the ceremony, we planned some weekend get-a-ways


final Friday I'm In Love preparation

Jesus blessed the groomsmen for their first dance


consider me a fan of cookie tables at weddings


The Littles. I hadn't seen the Sarge in forever


Dan came up behind me and said, "Here try this, it's peanut butter." He knows me all too well.

Pineapple Princess

Nate and his mom trip the light fantastic to a Beatle's tune which I can't remember at this moment


the ladies had a lot to ketchup on



Ron gets behind the big shutter



uh oh, when both Pushkars are on the floor you KNOW shit's gonna pop off

Me and Sarah. I really gotta stop the scrunch neck/face when it comes to self portraits

here it is again. it's as if i'm trying to get my face farther away from the camera and keep the same visual plane as if someone else was taking the pic. proof once again that arm's length self portraits should really be called douche portraits.


Allison documented the floor beautifully





here's Allison's view of the above pic








Brian says, "Yo, I got this one."

by this time the dance floor was in full swing


I ain't no wall flower. Besides, if the collar is popped, you best be bustin'

then I was baptized

had to get one with me and the newlyweds








Allison's vantage point

KU Krew minus a few

then we posted up in the lobby's piano bar. Jim was killin' it on the horse teeth!



me and Burt Russel. (at some social event we came up with the perfect movie star, a combination of Burt Reynolds and Kurt Russel...think about that for a minute. The Bandit and Jack Burton, Lewis and Snake Plissken, and Paul Crewe and Dean Proffitt. Anyway, this is kinda how I imagine him looking)


we kept the requests coming all night


Jim even knew the M*A*S*H theme which caused John pause


Pull up a chair Jim, this round's on us

the birth of Jay Twang

back in Philly for the 4th

"It is a heat up."


USA vs. Mexico (in beanbags), USA won everytime, yeah me.

later that night, took it to the roof for the fireworks



the crew were claiming their spots for the big show




let's begin









mass exodus/flash mob scene after the fireworks


hooray for the independeciziation of America!


next morning







I'll probably go back