for mike's bachelor event, he, paul and i tooka daytrip to atlantic city. this is what happened. except for the gambling part (i wasn't going to try and sneak pics inside the casinos. i've still got the scars from the last time i tried that...)
mmmm... deep fried freedom.
pablo, michael y jaime.
this dude was singing along, not to the backing track, but to the the original, full song with vocals, of some country song (a hank snow number perhaps?). it was sad and funny all at the same time.
mike trapped in a ginoromous Steelers snowglobe.
ok, not really.
paul and mike walking the boards.
mike contemplating peanut world.
mike striding out on the boardwalk as a single man for the very last time...
value for money was the order of the evening at Pizza Di Roma (off the strip)
wait, how may meals did we order?
