90 hours after I sat at my desk typing up the first post, I'm back- only this time I'm wrapping this thing up. Overall we can all agree that this was an incredible 4 days, regardless of whether you won or lost. But before I get all mushy and nostalgic, I'll give a quick rundown of our big drive home, last meal and final gamble.
We were on the road home by 10:30, which we were all quite pleased about. After all the ups and downs Jay had been through this week, who would've thought that his highlight of the trip would be stopping for Roy Rogers on the way home? Seriously, the kid was so giddy about stopping for Roy Rodgers that we even took a picture of him pointing to the big Roy Rogers sign at the front of the rest stop. Of course Dave smartly pointed out that it had been so long since any of us had been to a Roy Rogers, that no one even knew what they served, as if that mattered. Dave's burger must have been gone in under a minute, and Jay enjoyed a nice dessert of sliced pickles from the condiment bar- just like he did when he was 10.
But wait! We may have left that casino, but Dave still had one good gamble left in him. And wouldnt you know it, it was that same stupid claw game that CJ had attempted at Friendly's Monday night. $2 and 2 attempts later, he too came up empty. Then this completely serious exchange occured.
CJ: I'm going to fill up my car before we go.
Brian: Fill it with what?
CJ: Hookers.
That was really it for today, but while I'm on the topic of funny exchanges, let me share a few from the course of the trip that I've failed to mention in previous posts. These are all recalled as best I could from memory.
In the sauna wednesday afternoon:
Jay: You know, I'm kind've dissapointed we haven't seen any native americans here. I mean we are on a reservation.
Dave: I feel like they don't even live on reservations anymore. We've scared them away from these too.
Me: Not true, there a lot of indians out on reservations in Arizona. And Jay, you do know that they no longer dress in the traditional outfit you are picturing in your head right?
Jay: Yea, I know. But I was still kind've hoping to see someone dressed up like that.
Dave: With the feathered head pieces and everything?
Jay: Yea! I thought they'd at least have one for show.
Jeff: Wow, you're an idiot Jay.
At the comedy show while the comedian (I use that word because at least a semi-drunk Jay got a few good laughs)was ranting about guys when they go to the gym.
Comedian: Does anyone here go to the gym?
Jay: (pointing obnoxiously to Dave) He does!
Dave: (trying as hard as he can to be modest, but it's not working): Yea, it's an addiction. (comedian is talking over him so he says it again).
Comedian: Oh, that's nice.
On the Shuttle going back to the hotel from the Casino. Late Wednesday night.
(Jeff and I are discussing our winnings/losings, when the bus driver turns the lights on because we've arrived at the Inn.)
Fat, ugly, drunk guy in front of us sitting next to his fatter, uglier wife: Hey! We were doin' shit back here!
Me: (roll my eyes)
Fat Ugly Guy: (looks to Jeff for confirmation that his joke was funny): Am I right?
Jeff: (clearly repulsed) I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.
A few minutes later as I wander the halls for the vending machine:
Fat, Ugly, Drunk guy: You must be lost!
Me: No, I was just looking for the vending machine.
F,U,D guy: No you're definately lost! You can't bullshit me, I know these things. You can bullshit her (points to wife, who can't seem to find her room), but you can't bullshit me!
(A minute later as I close the door to my room)
F,U,D guy: Shit, where the fuck is our room?
Wednesday morning. We are all at the casino playing Pai Gow together.
Jay: Shit, my hand sucks.
Everyone: yup
Old asian man next to Jay: HAHA! YOU HAVE CWWAAAAPPP!!!
I'm sure there were other funny exchanges, but those are the only ones I was present for and currently remember. Anyway, here's how we approximately finished for the week:
Jeff: up $150
Brian: up $40
CJ: up $20
Jay: down $10
Dave: down $50
Me: down $75
So as you can see, my predictions were quite off. But hey, if there's one thing I learned these past few days, it's that luck can change in an instant, and just because you are up now, doesn't mean you'll be up forever.
This was an amazing trip. The most amazing part to me continues to be that we actually followed through with this plan, since we never go through with any ideas that actually involve planning. I know that those 5 guys had as much fun as I did, and I'm glad Jay asked me to keep this blog.
This year at an Indian Resort, next year in Atlantic City!!
- Spencer
I'm sure there were other funny exchanges that took place, but those are the only ones I was
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Day 2: Bad Comedy is Still Good When Your Friends Get Made Fun Of
Today I stunk up the casino: literally. After dinner I had such bad stomach pains that I took a walk around the casino and left a trail of flatulence in my wake. So that was nice. Anyway, on to the shit that matters.
Jay, Jeff and I woke up at 9 for the much anticipated continental breakfast- which sucked balls. We sat there in a room of 80-year olds enjoying our english muffins and donuts. Then, when we got back to the room mid afternoon after several hours of working out/ gambling, we discovered that only half of one room had been cleaned, and the other hadn't been touched. This hotel really sucks.
Tonight we went to a comedy show, which in my mind was supposed to be the culminating event of our trip. Considering Jay made us sit in the front and enjoyed several shots of Tequila during the show, I speak for the rest of us when I say I'm glad Jay didn't embarrass the hell of us. Too bad the show sucked. Between the three comedians they threw out only the middle guys was mildly funny. Some highlights from the show:
- Despite Jay, Jeff and Dave ordering drinks without being carded, CJ did, but quickly played it off like he didn't have it.
- Brian and Jay seriously considered buying a bottle of wine, but decided against it after taking several minutes of verbal abuse from Dave and CJ.
- In the span of 20 minutes, Brian was referred to as Bill Gates and Harry Potter. After the horribly non funny lady pegged Brian as Harry, she immediately turned to our bald-headed friend Jay and labeled him Voldemort. That gave us all a good laugh, and surprisingly so did the rest of the room.
- This lady seemed to have a thing for Jay. In between making disgustingly detailed sex jokes involving her hairy tits and non-existent G-spot, she called jay "a fetus in a t-shirt" and said that she'd gladly chase him around the room. Jay was just thrilled that somebody was calling him young for a change.
So after the show we all went back on the floor for one last hurrah. In a matter of a half hour, I went from down $5 for the week to down $75, all on blackjack. I was crushed. While Brian, Jeff and CJ continued on my table, I sulked at a close roulette table, silently hoping that if I looked depressed enough, if I really really looked crushed, that maybe, just maybe, an old guy would pass by, take pity on me, and give me $100 or something like that. That didn't happen, no shit.
Jeff ended up getting his ass kicked tonight, but he's still way up like $150 or something like that. Jay fought his way all the way back to even, then, like an idiot, lost another $50. But then he got lucky on roulette, and finished up around even.
CJ and Brian both won big again, and Dave was able to cut his losses.
So as I prepare to drink myself into a stupor out of sheer frustration, I can at least take solace in the fact that I don't have to drive 5 hours tomorrow.
- The Biggest Loser
Jay, Jeff and I woke up at 9 for the much anticipated continental breakfast- which sucked balls. We sat there in a room of 80-year olds enjoying our english muffins and donuts. Then, when we got back to the room mid afternoon after several hours of working out/ gambling, we discovered that only half of one room had been cleaned, and the other hadn't been touched. This hotel really sucks.
Tonight we went to a comedy show, which in my mind was supposed to be the culminating event of our trip. Considering Jay made us sit in the front and enjoyed several shots of Tequila during the show, I speak for the rest of us when I say I'm glad Jay didn't embarrass the hell of us. Too bad the show sucked. Between the three comedians they threw out only the middle guys was mildly funny. Some highlights from the show:
- Despite Jay, Jeff and Dave ordering drinks without being carded, CJ did, but quickly played it off like he didn't have it.
- Brian and Jay seriously considered buying a bottle of wine, but decided against it after taking several minutes of verbal abuse from Dave and CJ.
- In the span of 20 minutes, Brian was referred to as Bill Gates and Harry Potter. After the horribly non funny lady pegged Brian as Harry, she immediately turned to our bald-headed friend Jay and labeled him Voldemort. That gave us all a good laugh, and surprisingly so did the rest of the room.
- This lady seemed to have a thing for Jay. In between making disgustingly detailed sex jokes involving her hairy tits and non-existent G-spot, she called jay "a fetus in a t-shirt" and said that she'd gladly chase him around the room. Jay was just thrilled that somebody was calling him young for a change.
So after the show we all went back on the floor for one last hurrah. In a matter of a half hour, I went from down $5 for the week to down $75, all on blackjack. I was crushed. While Brian, Jeff and CJ continued on my table, I sulked at a close roulette table, silently hoping that if I looked depressed enough, if I really really looked crushed, that maybe, just maybe, an old guy would pass by, take pity on me, and give me $100 or something like that. That didn't happen, no shit.
Jeff ended up getting his ass kicked tonight, but he's still way up like $150 or something like that. Jay fought his way all the way back to even, then, like an idiot, lost another $50. But then he got lucky on roulette, and finished up around even.
CJ and Brian both won big again, and Dave was able to cut his losses.
So as I prepare to drink myself into a stupor out of sheer frustration, I can at least take solace in the fact that I don't have to drive 5 hours tomorrow.
- The Biggest Loser
Day 1: Holy Shit We're in the Big Leagues Now
Today we learned that gambling in a casino is like watching the Knicks: just when you think you've finally broken through, you somehow get screwed; and sometimes you end up happy, but before you can even process your happiness, you get screwed again.
After dodging the seemingly never end of state troopers on the highways, we got to Turning Stone at about 1. The lady at the front desk seemed to sense the kind of trouble we were bound to cause, and gave us a stern warning that we'd get kicked out if we were being too loud. Of course it doesnt help that my room is literally directly above the front desk, but that lady wasn't very nice so screw her.
Anyway, after taking the shuttle from The Inn- the cheap motel located about 2 miles from the casino and actual resort- to the casino, the six of us split up. While Brian and Jeff hit the tables, me, CJ, Jay and Dave went to the gym. Overall it was a pretty great afternoon. A good workout, followed by a nice sauna and my first ever trip into a steam room- even though it did smell like old people- followed by some pool and hot tub action was just what the four of us needed. Unfortunately, we all had to pay $10 for the facilities, which really pissed me off, plus I got caught off guard when the bill asked for a stupid gratuity, so I ended up tipping the dude $5. That was dumb. And during all of this, Brian lost $45 and Jeff won $40.
So after we all regrouped at The Inn, we went back for more in the evening. The buffet we decided to go to was pretty good, and my favorite part was when Jay told me how good the clams were, then I informed him he was eating mussels. Of course with all the delicious food available for our enjoyment, CJ ate a burger and fries. I can't say I was surprised.
Then the 6 of us hit the casino as a group for the first time. And since Jay and Dave decided to go off to the penny slots with their $5 stogies, the rest of us ended up at black jack. CJ and Brian got hot quickly, and I of course lost my first $20 within a half hour. So what did I do? I went back in, only to loose another $20 before I even realized what had happened.
Then I took a walk to cool my head, and while this was happening, apparently Jay was winning big at the slots- but we'll get to more of that later.
Anyway, I bought in another $30 for blackjack, and ended up getting hot enough to make $20 for the evening, which made me very happy. CJ ended up winning a little more than me, and Brian and Jeff cut their losses from the afternoon. All was good in our world...except for the disaster that was Jay and Dave. Both ended up losing money on slots, and Jay finished our first round of gambling down $40...after being up as many as $50 on the slots. Safe to say he was the most angry.
So after a reprise at the hotel, where we rested up, taught Jay and Dave some card games, and of course got our drink on, we went back for round 2: very bad idea for half of us, good for the other.
CJ and I flat out got our asses kicked, Brian fought back to even for the day and Jay cut his losses in half. Dave ended up getting man handled, again, and finished the day something like $70 down. Jeff got ridiculously hot though, and finished our first day up $150 after losing that initial $40.
So all in all, we learned today that gambling is literally more heart wrenching than a rollercoaster. First I was way down, then I was up, now I'm back down again. And I didn't even have the craziest night!
Hopefully we all make some money tomorrow- except for Jeff: I hope he loses so I can laugh in his face.
After dodging the seemingly never end of state troopers on the highways, we got to Turning Stone at about 1. The lady at the front desk seemed to sense the kind of trouble we were bound to cause, and gave us a stern warning that we'd get kicked out if we were being too loud. Of course it doesnt help that my room is literally directly above the front desk, but that lady wasn't very nice so screw her.
Anyway, after taking the shuttle from The Inn- the cheap motel located about 2 miles from the casino and actual resort- to the casino, the six of us split up. While Brian and Jeff hit the tables, me, CJ, Jay and Dave went to the gym. Overall it was a pretty great afternoon. A good workout, followed by a nice sauna and my first ever trip into a steam room- even though it did smell like old people- followed by some pool and hot tub action was just what the four of us needed. Unfortunately, we all had to pay $10 for the facilities, which really pissed me off, plus I got caught off guard when the bill asked for a stupid gratuity, so I ended up tipping the dude $5. That was dumb. And during all of this, Brian lost $45 and Jeff won $40.
So after we all regrouped at The Inn, we went back for more in the evening. The buffet we decided to go to was pretty good, and my favorite part was when Jay told me how good the clams were, then I informed him he was eating mussels. Of course with all the delicious food available for our enjoyment, CJ ate a burger and fries. I can't say I was surprised.
Then the 6 of us hit the casino as a group for the first time. And since Jay and Dave decided to go off to the penny slots with their $5 stogies, the rest of us ended up at black jack. CJ and Brian got hot quickly, and I of course lost my first $20 within a half hour. So what did I do? I went back in, only to loose another $20 before I even realized what had happened.
Then I took a walk to cool my head, and while this was happening, apparently Jay was winning big at the slots- but we'll get to more of that later.
Anyway, I bought in another $30 for blackjack, and ended up getting hot enough to make $20 for the evening, which made me very happy. CJ ended up winning a little more than me, and Brian and Jeff cut their losses from the afternoon. All was good in our world...except for the disaster that was Jay and Dave. Both ended up losing money on slots, and Jay finished our first round of gambling down $40...after being up as many as $50 on the slots. Safe to say he was the most angry.
So after a reprise at the hotel, where we rested up, taught Jay and Dave some card games, and of course got our drink on, we went back for round 2: very bad idea for half of us, good for the other.
CJ and I flat out got our asses kicked, Brian fought back to even for the day and Jay cut his losses in half. Dave ended up getting man handled, again, and finished the day something like $70 down. Jeff got ridiculously hot though, and finished our first day up $150 after losing that initial $40.
So all in all, we learned today that gambling is literally more heart wrenching than a rollercoaster. First I was way down, then I was up, now I'm back down again. And I didn't even have the craziest night!
Hopefully we all make some money tomorrow- except for Jeff: I hope he loses so I can laugh in his face.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Night 1: pit stop at Bing
Well after several hours of driving and a pit stop at Friendly's, we've made it to Binghamton, where we are staying at Brian's cousin's house for the night. Aside from it being absurdly hot, this house is actually really nice. I'm just hoping Jay doesn't rub his naked body everywhere when he's drunk.
Tonight wasn't particularly eventful, but there were a few noteworthy events:
- As I'm typing this, the guys are in the other room deciding which super hero each one of us is. So far, I'm Spiderman because Peter Parker is nerdy, like me; and CJ is Aquaman because he swims a lot. These are the kind of things we talk about.
- For someone who is currently engaged in some illegal drinking, Brian sure is a stickler for driving laws. The kid must have changed lanes close to 100 times on the way up, because lord knows you're only supposed to be in the left lane when passing. At some point in Pennsylvania we started keeping count, and it was something like 10 lane changes in just the final half hour.
- The toll lady was pretty cute, or so everyone else says. I didn't get a good look.
- We haven't even gotten to the casino, and the gambling has already begun. All it took was the enticing flashing lights of one of those grab-your-stupid-prize-with-the-claw-that-doesn't-work games. One dollar and 2 attempts later, CJ didn't win. But the sight of 6 college students huddled around that stupid game was enough to affirm my suspicions that we are all idiots- and that CJ will lose the most money on this trip since he can't even escape a Friendly's without throwing away his cash at some stupid game.
- Jay referred to our destination as an "Indian Resort"
- We almost got pulled over 5 minutes from Binghamton. Just as Brian and CJ drove passed, a cop on the side of the road decided to turn his lights on and come after us. It was scary for a few seconds, then we realized he wasn't after us. Not that exiting if you weren't there, but worth noting regardless.
- The best part was as we were leaving Brian's house. With me, Jay and CJ in one car, we watched as Brian, Jeff and Dave hastily moved the alcohol from Jeff's parked car to Brian's...with Brian's dad Ira looking on in the driveway. Normally this would not have been noteworthy, except that Ira's face was priceless. He shook his head in disgust as he looked on, while the three of us in CJ's car laughed hysterically.
Ok everyone's waiting for me to come in and play some drinking games, so that's all for tonight. Hopefully the rest of this trip provides some better material.
S
Tonight wasn't particularly eventful, but there were a few noteworthy events:
- As I'm typing this, the guys are in the other room deciding which super hero each one of us is. So far, I'm Spiderman because Peter Parker is nerdy, like me; and CJ is Aquaman because he swims a lot. These are the kind of things we talk about.
- For someone who is currently engaged in some illegal drinking, Brian sure is a stickler for driving laws. The kid must have changed lanes close to 100 times on the way up, because lord knows you're only supposed to be in the left lane when passing. At some point in Pennsylvania we started keeping count, and it was something like 10 lane changes in just the final half hour.
- The toll lady was pretty cute, or so everyone else says. I didn't get a good look.
- We haven't even gotten to the casino, and the gambling has already begun. All it took was the enticing flashing lights of one of those grab-your-stupid-prize-with-the-claw-that-doesn't-work games. One dollar and 2 attempts later, CJ didn't win. But the sight of 6 college students huddled around that stupid game was enough to affirm my suspicions that we are all idiots- and that CJ will lose the most money on this trip since he can't even escape a Friendly's without throwing away his cash at some stupid game.
- Jay referred to our destination as an "Indian Resort"
- We almost got pulled over 5 minutes from Binghamton. Just as Brian and CJ drove passed, a cop on the side of the road decided to turn his lights on and come after us. It was scary for a few seconds, then we realized he wasn't after us. Not that exiting if you weren't there, but worth noting regardless.
- The best part was as we were leaving Brian's house. With me, Jay and CJ in one car, we watched as Brian, Jeff and Dave hastily moved the alcohol from Jeff's parked car to Brian's...with Brian's dad Ira looking on in the driveway. Normally this would not have been noteworthy, except that Ira's face was priceless. He shook his head in disgust as he looked on, while the three of us in CJ's car laughed hysterically.
Ok everyone's waiting for me to come in and play some drinking games, so that's all for tonight. Hopefully the rest of this trip provides some better material.
S
Sunday, June 26, 2011
A Preamble
Welcome to The Blog! My name is Spencer, and I'll be your tour guide this...nevermind. Over the next four days, I will be filling this space with tales of tomfoolery, stupidity and questionable decisions from me and my friends as we head up to Turning Stone Resort and Casino, located on an Indian Reservation in upstate New York.
Because we have all turned, or almost turned, 20 years old, and because we all hope to have lucrative careers for the rest of our lives, I will only use first names in this blog to protect our collective future employment opportunities. How the idea for this trip came about, I can't really remember- I just know, as with most good ideas in our circle of friends, it wasn't mine. But before me, Dave, Jeff, CJ, Jay and Brian head off for a week of legal gambling (and illegal drinking), I'll give everyone a brief introduction in order of who I think will lose the most money this trip.
CJ: The only non Jew of the bunch, CJ is sort of like the character Junior Battle from the movie Coach Carter: he's not always around, but the night is always better when he is. CJ is the most verbally abrasive of the group, but he grows increasingly more friendly with each alcoholic beverage. CJ and I go back to the third grade, and somewhere along the line he went from the nerdy do-gooder in his mother-selected wardrobe, to a guy who listens to hip hop and wishes he was black. Combined with his cockiness, competitiveness and solid financial ground (i.e. he's got mad bills from his mad jobs), I see no reason why CJ won't lose the most money on this trip.
Jay: Never one to shy away from a homosexually-geared prank when inebriated, Jay is the social leader of the group. As the designated party planner/activity organizer/mass texter/ most social gatherings in my life involve Jay. He is also the oldest, and therefore most likely to do something stupid when drunk. Jay doesnt know how to play poker, and insists he will only pay the penny slots. But we all know that his ego will lead him to wander to unknown parts of the casino.
Dave: Dave is the most fashionable of the group. He is also one year younger than the rest of us, making him the baby of the bunch. Unfortunately, what Dave lacks in age he makes up for in ego. But he's also the one with the most street smarts, so if we get lost at this reservation I'm staying with him.
Spencer: Hmmm, where to begin? I am Spencer: inventor of lame excuses of why I can't hangout. The other guys, mostly Jay, call me whiny. That's because, I think, I don't always know when to stop talking. I also get on everyone's nerves when I sing along with the radio, which of course I only do to piss everyone off. I like to think I have a decent amount of self control, but I'm also secretly hoping that I dont blow all my money on the first day.
Jeff: Jeff is a lot like Andy from Toy Story. One because he literally towers over the other main characters, and two because there's always some sort of obstacle or inconvenience that prevents him from having the best time. In the movie, Andy loses his two favorite toys when he went out for pizza. Last week, Jeff got his PlayStation 3 and Ipod stolen when he left his house at Rutgers. You see where I'm going with this? Anyway, Jeff's the only one who's been gambling before, which is why I plan on carefully watching how he handle's his money at the casino, and then do the same thing. Jeff also loves cards, so he might stand a chance to even win some money at this shitshow.
Brian: It's not so much that I think Brian will lose the least, but that I think he has the best chance of winning. He also took charge and made the reservation at this place, so if anything goes wrong I'm blaming him. Brian's definately the most immature of the bunch and also likes to piggyback on other people's jokes. As a result Brian is involved in the great majority of inside jokes within our crew.
Ok, it's late, and I have to clip my toe nails, so I'm ending this post. Hopefully I accurately and fairly described everyone, and if not, than screw 'em. We leave tomorrow evening for Binghampton where we will stay with Brian's cousin for the night. Until then...
S
Because we have all turned, or almost turned, 20 years old, and because we all hope to have lucrative careers for the rest of our lives, I will only use first names in this blog to protect our collective future employment opportunities. How the idea for this trip came about, I can't really remember- I just know, as with most good ideas in our circle of friends, it wasn't mine. But before me, Dave, Jeff, CJ, Jay and Brian head off for a week of legal gambling (and illegal drinking), I'll give everyone a brief introduction in order of who I think will lose the most money this trip.
CJ: The only non Jew of the bunch, CJ is sort of like the character Junior Battle from the movie Coach Carter: he's not always around, but the night is always better when he is. CJ is the most verbally abrasive of the group, but he grows increasingly more friendly with each alcoholic beverage. CJ and I go back to the third grade, and somewhere along the line he went from the nerdy do-gooder in his mother-selected wardrobe, to a guy who listens to hip hop and wishes he was black. Combined with his cockiness, competitiveness and solid financial ground (i.e. he's got mad bills from his mad jobs), I see no reason why CJ won't lose the most money on this trip.
Jay: Never one to shy away from a homosexually-geared prank when inebriated, Jay is the social leader of the group. As the designated party planner/activity organizer/mass texter/ most social gatherings in my life involve Jay. He is also the oldest, and therefore most likely to do something stupid when drunk. Jay doesnt know how to play poker, and insists he will only pay the penny slots. But we all know that his ego will lead him to wander to unknown parts of the casino.
Dave: Dave is the most fashionable of the group. He is also one year younger than the rest of us, making him the baby of the bunch. Unfortunately, what Dave lacks in age he makes up for in ego. But he's also the one with the most street smarts, so if we get lost at this reservation I'm staying with him.
Spencer: Hmmm, where to begin? I am Spencer: inventor of lame excuses of why I can't hangout. The other guys, mostly Jay, call me whiny. That's because, I think, I don't always know when to stop talking. I also get on everyone's nerves when I sing along with the radio, which of course I only do to piss everyone off. I like to think I have a decent amount of self control, but I'm also secretly hoping that I dont blow all my money on the first day.
Jeff: Jeff is a lot like Andy from Toy Story. One because he literally towers over the other main characters, and two because there's always some sort of obstacle or inconvenience that prevents him from having the best time. In the movie, Andy loses his two favorite toys when he went out for pizza. Last week, Jeff got his PlayStation 3 and Ipod stolen when he left his house at Rutgers. You see where I'm going with this? Anyway, Jeff's the only one who's been gambling before, which is why I plan on carefully watching how he handle's his money at the casino, and then do the same thing. Jeff also loves cards, so he might stand a chance to even win some money at this shitshow.
Brian: It's not so much that I think Brian will lose the least, but that I think he has the best chance of winning. He also took charge and made the reservation at this place, so if anything goes wrong I'm blaming him. Brian's definately the most immature of the bunch and also likes to piggyback on other people's jokes. As a result Brian is involved in the great majority of inside jokes within our crew.
Ok, it's late, and I have to clip my toe nails, so I'm ending this post. Hopefully I accurately and fairly described everyone, and if not, than screw 'em. We leave tomorrow evening for Binghampton where we will stay with Brian's cousin for the night. Until then...
S
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