A reunion of sorts, a bunch of the guys from 311 Comstock met up at Billy McKinney's way out in Westchester. Mr. Michael Hughes, Rob Georges, Andrew Brennan and I (all of us from Flint 2C freshman year fame) met at Grand Central on random Saturday night and journeyed out into the land they call Westchester. Here's Brennan entertaining the ladies.. John, Erin and I are in the background (I wonder who took this picture?)
This whole crew is in to Beruit pretty hardcore ("Just like Pong, just not as gay", explains Hughes). This table was the focal point of the evening and this is my lame ass attempt at art (note how the foreground conflicts with the background, right? whatever)
McKinney's little sister (Junior at Syracuse) in mid-toss. This picture was taken like 5 minutes before Peters (to the right) lost his dinner and like 10 minutes before the girl with the Adidas shirt (unfourtinately, now shown) fell 20 feet off the elevated porch (backwards -- she somehow walked away from it).
John Maratea and his sassed up velvet shirt (I once had a couch made of the same stuff). All sassed up until he spilled all over himself.
Brennan, sporting the classic "Gerhig shirt with bottle of whiskey" look.