the rest of independence day

most of my time in bev shores consisted of drinking tequila shots, making breakfast, laughing with my friends, taking close up scary shots of me and sharmane, playing horrible games of badminton (who knew that i'd be so bad with the word "cock" in the game?), trying to hog suzy to myself, drinking obnox' amounts of vodka, and swinging on a swing...

here's joey with the aforementioned suzy lee...














the "chesticles" (our karaoke duo name) and their happy goddaughter...














i swear she's totally cute and i also swear that i'll stop with pics of babies



















so instead of a sweet little baby, you get to see this big ol' mess (this is me on the phone with james who couldn't be there) & yes, that's a mexican flag bandana around my neck














dino and joey prior to the jennifer/sharmane show of horrors














but first, kelly cutie strikes a kelly creepy pose



















and so it begins...














i'll put 2 more up here and know that any breath of coolness i had is now gone (welcome)














& just so you know, the whole time, we were trying to emulate kelly's "signature" photo pose:



















oh wait - one more with our "matching" scarves... sharmane says that every picture of her looks like she's a cancer patient.















so this is the house that we stayed in. nice, eh? i couldn't get a full frontal view as close as i was with one shot so work with this:




















their upstairs guest bathroom not only had these fancy sinks, there was also a steam shower (no pic of that though)















dining room...










1st room you see when you walk in the front door...






& then it was time to go back to chicago. 2nd to last night in town, joey, kelly, katie and myself went to caro mio for dinner (check them out at www.caromiochicago.com)














who poses like this for pictures?














so joey didn't have a whole to work with as far as drinks went and we had 2 bottles of wine with dinner and why stop there? katie decided to make a drink out of diet coke and black and white scotch. she dubbed them Katie 's Potent Potables. this is what you look like after one.














titties mahoney had too many to drink. joey's sleeping?



















way to go america.

one thing of note about 'the devil wears prada'

anne hathaway better watch out. she could turn into liza. don't believe me?

intermission

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4th of July - part one

as mentioned, to celebrate my independence and this amazingly free country, i took the megabus up to chicago...

i stayed with this shit head on thursday



















we had Chicagos pizza (my favorite) for dinner with this one



















and met up with these two for some drinking














come friday morning, it was time to head out to bev shores for the annual trip of relaxation and good times. i'm already tired trying to tell a story. i'll do that later. here's some pictures:















that's a douchebag, kelly, rachie and sharmie - we had just had what i'm dubbing a pretty good hunk of cow at some restaurant whose name now escapes me... that night, we ate tombstones at a bar that was at first adamant about not letting sharmane in with her government issued i.d. (passport) cause the state of indiana is fucked up, we sang karaoke, we drank lots of blue moon...
rachie & kelly working their own kind of magic with "talk about the boy from new york city" or whatever that ooh wa ooh wa coo coo kitty song is called...














a haunting rendition of "everything she wants" by wham!














rachie takes a break and pretends to listen to joey














i took a break as well to ham it up with 1/2 of our fantastic hosts, jason














this is curt, the other half of our hosting duet. dude can croon!




















this is rachel and the karaoke host who i'm just gonna call Dusty. they sang fucking "cruising" and they did a bang up job. rachie got mad pipes, don't be fooled.



















this is tom. tom and i got into a fight after we closed out the bar back at jason and curt's. i was yelling. i called him lots of bad names. it was The Best. for serious.














in case you didn't know, this night of karaoke was also a contest. we swept the leg with "magic man." the prize? we got to sing the last song of the evening. ba dum bum.