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!

Adventures in Drunk Gambling

Podcast Part I of the Gader Goes to Vegas saga should be posted soon. Here's a little photo montage of what's to come.


Half of a pastrami sandwich from the Carnegie Deli... the thing was the size of my head with unlimited mustard and 3 whole pickles. Of course I ate the whole thing.


Two questions: Why bother with the bread? and Are Jews really willing to drop $20 on just a sandwich?


What Tfo refers to as the "Big Boy Chips"... well technically he calls the $25s that... all care of Black 23, Mario Johnsons, and Buddy Greco.




Lion at the MGM Grand...
If you look closely you'll notice the lion chilling out above the little walkway thing and then his two "handlers" inside the pen, clearly ready for anything.

The dude on the right is actually texting someone.



Just a little pre-gaming at O'Sheas with family and friends.

Feliz Cumpleanos A Mi

Chichen serpent itza-ing the big Mayan El Castillo pyramid

If you look REALLY close you'll notice the Mexican sleeping on top of the ruins to the right of the photo... I pass no judgement

(also it looks like Dr. H is peeing on the wall while Irene's Mom acts as a lookout)

And that brings me to my birthday dinner at the Sirloin Stockade. The fried chicken at the buffet was fantastic, but the lack of steak was a bit suspect. Their cows apparently also have the shortest legs ever.

Erin Go Braugh

Oh how I wish I were Irish.

Festive shamrock beard at the parade in Southie complete with "I Shamrock Boston" T-shirt that I stole from my little brother (shh)
Attack of the giant killer Irish Wolfhounds!!!

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......well maybe not

But just imagine if there was nothing good on TV!

Beach where St. Patrick landed






and that concludes the Irish portion of our blog.