Boys of Summer

In keeping with my new policy of "not lying," here are some photos from the pool hall pool hall party party. I also responded to all of your comments. And I published that beautiful photo of good vs. evil. Am I back on the train to heaven? Oh wait, too much nurse killing.

Anyway, as I said before, this was an awesome party, where lots of very old friends came together from all over the country for one night only. Coincidentally, my high school reunion was going on that night, right down the road. But what do I care about those jerkasses, especially with no open bar to make it sufferable? The keg was free and delicious at the pool hall, and the company couldn't be beat.

Let's have a look.

This is Sarah Riley. She's not so innocent.

A boring photo of two not-boring people- Nick the Greek and Nancy. Nick helped me create all the pictures you see here today. See, I ran out of battery juice early on and was feeling a bit despondent. Then I had an idea- seeing as how my camera runs on AAs, why not ransack the Busler's house? I found batteries from 5 or 6 remotes, but none of them worked. Then Nick pitched in with batteries from fire alarms and Mat Busler's sheets. Succes!

In this picture Greg is so proud to spend time with two cute young girls, both named Becca! One of them is his girlfriend, the other is cuckina koo-koo, can you tell which is which?

In this picture, the milkman himself leads a rock opera called Maximum Hippie Groove-Out. The gross couple on the left writhed around in obvious sexual ecstasy to the World Beat rhythms.

I can't remember what's going on in this photo. Sarah may be trying her chops on the ole harmonicker, caught up in the hoe-down aspect of the party. If that is the case, Matreya?sp? and Nancy seem unimpressed.
Either that or Sarah is doing the whole "bite your wrists and show everybody the blood" routine. I thought that shit played out in '03, but I don't know.

This is Jacy, Christine and Erin. Jacy is one of the strangest characters I know, kind of a trickster liar genius pimp. He likes to talk about quantum physics and poop. One time he interrupted one of our friends in a large conversation at a party. He proceeded to describe the torrid gay sex he had with this friend in a dream. The dream ended with, "Duh, in my butt!" Nonetheless, women are drawn to this guy like What What.

Bold papparazzi stumbles upon Christine and Jacy in the woods. To avoid a lawsuit from these bonafide members of the glitterati, I should mention that they were not hooking up; they were just startled when I appeared out of the mist.

Erin and Christine with...Mose! "Jacy who?" the girls say with their eyes. Sorry ladies, back to Texas with the Mose-man. But don't despair, you'll always have the memories...and the rash. Hey-ohhhhhhh!!!

I include this unremarkable photo only so I can mention that Nick told me he takes pictures of celebrities like Tom Hanks and Zooey Deschanel?sp? He tries not to gush like some of his dew-eyed fellow photographers. Nick lost his cool only once, and that was with David Crosby.
At least I think that's what he said. I was drinking whiskey, what do you want?

VERY late in the evening, when some factions of the party had begun to eat each other out of desperation, the long-promised Beercan Chicken and ribs finished grilling. In this photo, Chef Lou Dog tenderly inspects his beautiful creation. (not pictured, Master Chef Tom Buchele)

Nate Dog gets to stabbing. The best (and longest) time I spent with this guy was when we stood around long after midnight, greedily hoarding the primo chicken parts.

Jon and Cailin say: "It was great to see everybody and thanks to the host with the most- Dan Busler!"

By the way, I would hereby like to propose that every summer ends with a major Western Mass. jam, much like this one last year. (Thanks for the memories, Ms. B. We'll hang out again someday.)