the other night we hosted a cee lo tournament. its was a $5 buy in, one on one games, losers money goes into a pot to be taken home by the overall victor.

additional rules.

a ton of people showed up. emily wouldnt miss it.

football had just got done racin RC cars.

ross was lookin kinda rough. he lost in the tournament, but came up big in the side games.

ted. fierce.

zulo drove all the way from raleigh.

kim and jessy. kim modeled in a fashion show that day and had a second run on the following day, so she had to leave all her sequins on and sleep on her back.

middlefingerfist

ruffians

nemash muggin

mike came prepared

even rob and linden made it out. that was rad.

there was some prelims before the tourney ball got rollin.

then shit got serious.

there was five or six games going on at all times. so many cheers of joy and wails of defeat at once all throughout the house.

weeding out the losers.

you can tell by the look in my eyes that i dont remember this photo being taken.

counting up the pot.

$100 skrillz nukkuh

FINAL MATCH NEMASH v KIM

all the while there were side games going on amungst the losers.

NEMASH WINS!!

after i lost in the first few rounds, nemash appointed me his manager. we took it to the top.

manangers get 20%

everything was good for a few hours after the tourney, then a fight broke out in the front yard with some bottles over heads and some other bullshit. it went on for like 30 minutes, and i guess the neighbors got scared that there was 50 people out in the streets fighting, so they called the police.

i know molnar wont agree, but i dont think the police should ever be involved. there were 5 cops roaming through the house kicking people out.

then me and john ended the night at waffle house at 5AM. and it was good.

the next day myself, my friend jake who had recently flown in from colorado, kim, and a couple old friends went to bobby morgans lake house. we flagged down these people to take us tubing, but the old playbouy kept breaking so we just gave up.

we did jump off the boathouse though

after a long day/night of floating miles into the lake and drinking beer, we headed over to the beach for a campfire. nemash accidently wore his good shoes and bagged them up.

bobby and jake

a few of my best friends from over the years, campfire, lake, and a couple Ls. life is good. and youll probably never hear me say that again.

it gets hot here, with the humidity and all. too hot to do much else than go swimming. so we do. a lot.

bryan should recognize this spot. it pretty much rules. molnar tributes bryan with a tweaked vamp.

then he flipped.

mike mentioned the other day that we went to a spot that bryan got gnar on. mike 3/4-gnars and jumps from 3/4 way up. bryan went full-gnar and jumped from the very top. from either 3/4 or full, you have to clear 13 feet across from a standing still position just to not hit the rocks. gnar.

molnar got 3/4-gnar as well.

yes that is a pabst tatoo. whatchuknowaboutdat?

rob tried to look sensual while eating blackberries, but really he just looked stoned.

we picked up this hitchhiker on the way out. turns out he had just locked his keys in his car and needed a ride to his house. he did not try to kill us.

we went to eat afterwards. molnar accidently ordered the wuss beer.

mike

stone cold.