We had a house rented in Wrigleyville, which was a great spot, near bars and stuff. Good times.
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J at the Seattle airport. |
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Eric. |
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That's Bob, Eric and J, standing outside our house. At first I thought the weird green porch light was annoying, but it turned out to be fantastic, because when we were super drunk stumbling home, I never would have found the house otherwise. |
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Taking note of damage, so that they wouldn't blame it on us... |
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J had the brilliant idea of writing down the address so he could find his way back. We didn't have any more paper, so I just took a picture of his note. Perfect! |
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Setting up beer pong. It was a really nice table, so I figured we should cover it with saran wrap so it wouldn't get ruined. |
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Pitchers were basically the same price as glasses. |
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The first night, it was just the four of us. The rest of the guys got in the next day. |