Right of Passage, Eagles Bus Style

Things didn't go exactly as planned last night, but I was able to meet up with the "Eagles" bus and the happy twenty first for Noele in Manayunk. I got to miss the Finnegan's Wake portion of the evening, so you won't hear me complaining too much. The real tragedy in all of this was joining a drink fest in progress where everyone was like 50 laps ahead. I didn't have my first beer until midnight whereas everyone on this party bus began at 7 PM and was shithoused by midnight. All the ladies looked fine and the guys all looked way to drunk to notice that, so I was tempted to try and shoot fish in a barrell, but decided otherwise. Instead of going back to PENN to sleep on a slab of floor and try my luck at convincing some chick that it would be an excellent idea to make out, I opted to roll home and hit the sack in my own comfy bed. Is age catching up with me? Or is it maturity? Nah. Probably just laziness. I'm glad I was able to make an appearance at the very least since Noele is like the coolest chick I know. And her old man Kevin is my favorite non-little brother, little brother. Happy Birthday. May all your dreams be of Natural Light and Whiskey.



This picture was taken moments after our guest of honor ate half a soft pretzel that fell on to the dirty bus floor and under the seat. Foul.

But very PUNK ROCK!