Wings 2008

For the third straight year we assembled at Jay’s place for Wingsfest or The Wings of Love or whatever he’s calling it. It was fun. Food, and then Rock Band. Nothing brings friends together like video games, music, and the necessary alcohol required to go crazy singing “My Sharona.”

I wish I saw more of my old friends, those Jersey-dwelling scoundrels. Although, as years go by it does become increasingly lonely as a sole bachelor in the room. I mean, since when do girlfriends eat wings anyway? I think you’re just rubbing it in.

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

previously, 2007, 2006