Drew’s Very Own Wardrobe Malfunction
This past Saturday night Lovefest ’04 took place up on Granite Hill at Alicia’s and sometimes Ken’s place. Like any true Lovefest there was plenty of food, fun and funky prizes.
Ken raided his mother’s house to provide some of the door prizes and the Tully’s house as well. Ken also produced a great sound show for the evening complete with videos and a dance contest.
The winner of course would win a date with the infamous Pouliuos. The dancers gave it their all but in the end Rich’s Kung-fu fighting style of dance won the hearts of all the crowd.
I’d like to thank Ken and Alicia for pulling this event, as well as pulling a large number of people, together.
Now that Allison and I live in North Attleboro it is so hard to get together with our friends like we used to. We miss you guys and were glad to get some time to spend with you. Till Lovefest ’05: The return of the Buddha.
If any lovefestians would like to provide me with captions, please send them to me.
Yes, this restaurant is the home of the “Beef Roll”. It is the long lost brother of the infamous Beef Log. I saw this sign the first time that I was in Sandwich, IL and I knew I had to get a photo. Well, months later I whipped out my camera while I drove by the place just so I could get this image and share it with you. Now at this moment some of you are shaking your heads and wondering what the heck the fascination with the Beef Log is all about. Well, last year I went skiing with Derek, Neil and Steve. Derek and I drove up later on Friday night while Neil and Steve went up early to get the place in order and claim the two remaining bedrooms “Great, now get out of my bedroom!” While Derek and I were riding up to the cottage he told me all about this Hickory Farms Beef Log that his mother had sent up with him for us to enjoy. On Saturday while we watched the Superbowl and had a few (many) libations Derek asked Steve to cut a few pieces of the Beef Log. Steve proceeded to cut up the entire thing and put it on the plate. Yours truly was sleeping passed out on his bed couch. When the Beef Log was placed on the table in front of me I woke up and stated, “Man that thing smells like ass!”. I then promptly passed back out. The Beef Log was then summarily tossed out (untouched). Thus the legend of the Beef Log was born. Oh, and if you follow the link you will notice that it is not actually called a Beef Log but rather a Beef Stick. But who cares.
The Beef Log’s Long Lost Brother…
