Steve and I carpooled up to the Canton/Quincy area on Friday. Quincy is an interesting town. One of the most amusing sites was a trashcar that we couldn’t stop staring at. Ben was a nervous wreck. But it all turned out okay.
There was a lot of drinking at the reception. And a lot of evil. What do you expect when you get the old Stockell gang together. And of course we danced.
The next day, after breakfast we took Ben and Lori outside to see our lovely handiwork. And of course watch Ben inflate his toy which he liked so much.
It’s now official: Ben is Lori’s bitch.
For all of the pics, go here.
Tags: Personal
August 26th, 2003 at 8:37 am
Of course there’s a lot more I could have written about, like the “Sand Bar”, or Bob’s “flies from the penis” story, but I’ll leave the rest to the reader’s imagination.
August 26th, 2003 at 9:29 am
Well, you know I won’t leave much unsaid. Just give me a bit of time, and the pain will be revealed in excruciating detail. Too bad we didn’t have pictures from the Sand Bar, but we were in a dive bar trying to keep under the projectile vomit. I think I have more teeth than all the normal patrons combined.
And Bob should know about flies, since he apparently breeds them in his basement.