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Friday, May 21, 2010

Photos from the Desert

Between the intense heat and copious amounts of alcohol... these photos were the best I could do:

Sunset over the camp grounds...well technically polo grounds... In the foreground was the beginnings of a giant inflatable movie screen where they projected absurd late-night movies like Smokey & the Bandit

Check out the sweet Patriots decal on our Canadian neighbors trunk. Also that's Trygve on the right next to my awesome Mazda3 rental. It seems that Norwegians either have way too many vowels in their names or not quite enough. They also like bananas.


The gangs all here...

...and it being the last day of the festival, naturally we had to drink all the beers.



P.S. I will now forever refer to Pabst Blue Ribbons as "Peebers."






Oh yes, and all of the wine too. Apparently people from Calgary are not familiar with "Slap the Bag." Tragic frankly.




Irene's photo session with Lurch. Flea and Thom Yorke lie somewhere beyond the tallest man in the worlds upper torso.





LASER JAWS!!
We're gonna need a bigger boat.






And finally, remember kids:

Always wear sunscreen!

Friday, July 10, 2009

Gader Finally Stops Talking About Mexico...


¡Adios muchachos!

(Note how the sky in the picture is completely foreshadowing my return to Boston the next day and the subsequent 22 days of rain)
The swim up bar is where it's at... the combination 90 degree humidity bronzing the torso, bath temperature pool water covering the lower extremities/sucking out all your fluids via osmosis, and then the constant flow of frozen margarita from lips to stomach is quite pleasant. Plus when you finally fall off your bar stool it hurts much less (unless of course you drown).