It all started with this:
One Bell & Howell 406 B tape recorder, the Educator Series with automatic tape stop... that may or may not have belonged to the Scituate school district at one time or another.
Mix in four jackasses, free tickets to AC/DC at Gillette Stadium, plenty of booze, and you've got yourself a podcast. Well actually, subtract the booze, add a 90 minute long car ride and we might have some poor quality audio to share at a later date.
For now, here's some random photos:
Pat clearly enjoying our company as we all tailgate in the parking lot while sipping on some delicious PBR and reading from the Satanic Bible... not to mention blocking all of us from the beer supply and rubbing his musk all over the back of Phil's car
View of the AC/DC stage from our seats
IN FRIGGIN OUTER SPACE....
ok, so for what we paid, they're pretty damn good, but the 2 second delay was a bit tough to deal with
I'll leave you with this last photo... keep in mind that that bottle of Evan Williams and the cooler behind it were full before the show started....
Perhaps one of these days I'll let you (and Pat) in on what went down... Stay Tuned
Yes sir that is most definitely a trough just inches away from your standard sit down shitter, and yes, three people have been known to occupy the space at the same time. 
This is the wrap around bar at the Harp where myself and Mr. Hayes have been known to belly up to once or twice in our lives...where the pitchers of Molson flow like wine, and the fish and chips seem a bit too good for a place so far from the ocean.
Check out our sweet new Behringer XENYX802 mixer in all its loose wire glory.
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).
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
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.
