The ceremony. ˆ church ˆ

Amy, Scott and Abbey Rose. ˆ abbey ˆ amy j ˆ scott ˆ tim f ˆ

Immediately at the conclusion of the service (at 11am) we headed over to the Laughing Lion for drinks and food. Me, Tim Farley and John Christie represent on the Roxbury High School tip. ˆ john c ˆ me ˆ tim f ˆ

Amy and Abbey (who from the look of things is still getting used to the sensation caused from the wearing of the traditional "Italian Baptismal Buttplug.") ˆ abbey ˆ amy j ˆ baby ˆ

Abbey and Timmy. ˆ abbey ˆ tim f ˆ baby ˆ

Reminay and Abbey! ˆ abbey ˆ reminay ˆ baby ˆ

That's Casey holding Stephanie and Ken's adopted son. Moments after this picture was taken, somebody made me spit my drink out when I overheard them looking at him and remarking "Jesus Christ, that kid's got a head like a 5lb bag of sugar." ˆ casey p ˆ matthew ˆ baby ˆ

Daddy and Liam. ˆ liam ˆ scott ˆ cry ˆ

Kids love Tim's mouth! It's better than PlayDoh! ˆ matthew ˆ tim f ˆ baby ˆ lips ˆ

Liam and Daddy again. Look at that kid's face. Hahaha. ˆ liam ˆ scott ˆ grumpy ˆ

Later that evening Scott and Amy got rid of the kids and we headed out for a night of "local fun" starting at the Stanton House. ˆ me ˆ scott ˆ tim f ˆ food ˆ

Reminay and Tim. ˆ reminay ˆ tim f ˆ

Scott & Amy. ˆ amy j ˆ scott ˆ

Out of the blue, it turns out that Russ Branch (RHS class of '92, baby) was in town from Michigan and came out with us! ˆ russ ˆ tim f ˆ

Meanwhile, as we busied ourselves with food, the dancefloor started HEATIN' UP sumptin' fierce. ˆ bar ˆ crowd ˆ

And then the next thing you know...the bar starts heating up too. Russ goes up to get the next round and starts getting chatted up by some hot, local blonde (bonus points to Amy for giving the old "who does this guy think he is?" face). So we're all yelling over to Russ to bring over his new lady friend and introduce her. Little did we know that she was.... ˆ amy j ˆ russ ˆ strangers ˆ

Hulk Hogan's (not so) Little Sister. Jesus Christ, look at that fucking forearm! We would've been laughing hysterically if we weren't so scared that she was going to grab hold of one of our heads and crack it open like a walnut with her bare (man)hands. ˆ best ˆ gun show ˆ nj ˆ strangers ˆ

Look at that smile, think Russ has had a few? Brave soul that he is, he starts chatting up her friend too. "Why yes, you're legs are smooth." Priceless. ˆ russ ˆ best ˆ drunk ˆ smile ˆ strangers ˆ

Check out the tan lines and the New England Patriots Superbowl Champions Sweatshirt (Size: XL), even if Russ wasn't about to lick the tattoo of a rose on her tit, this would still be an incredible photo. ˆ russ ˆ drunk ˆ lick ˆ strangers ˆ tattoo ˆ

After the Stanton house, we decided to head back over to the Laughing Lion (where we went to eat after the ceremony 14 hours earlier) and finish up the night there. ˆ amy j ˆ me ˆ

Scott almost ended up getting in a fist fight with this guy, but then after the live band that was there played a few songs by The Dead, everyone mellowed out (yeah, maaaaan...play "Box of Rain") and they ended up buying each other shots... ˆ scott ˆ drunk ˆ shots ˆ strangers ˆ

Which somehow led to this big goon lifting up his shirt to show off his tattoo. Rolling Facking Stones, doooooood! ˆ scott ˆ drunk ˆ strangers ˆ tattoo ˆ tongue ˆ

Seriously, what's better than this picture? ˆ amy j ˆ me ˆ reminay ˆ russ ˆ scott ˆ tim f ˆ