Musings from the God of Cities

several of my friends who are a few years older than i am have warned me over the years that as i enter my late twenties/early thirties, many of my friends would be getting married. i remember laughing and explaining that none of my friends were really “the marrying type” and that i was probably safe from having to deal with nuptial nonsense any time soon. unfortunately, my words have come back to bite me in the ass and this weekend i went to the third wedding-related event i’ve been to in the past six months. (NB: before that, i’d only ever been to one wedding--- my brother’s.) i’d recently gotten in touch with matt, my roommate from freshman year of college...


...after not having seen nor heard from him in years. turns out he was still in touch with my sophomore year roomie, tom...


...who is getting married soon, and did i wanna go to the bachelor party? i said heck yeah, and asked my friend hannah...


...to accompany me to the festivities. i guess it’s weird to bring a chick to a bachelor party, but hannah is the most down-ass chick i know, and an excellent addition to any evening where there is boozing and whoring to be done.

anywho... all of the dudes who went stayed at mohegan sun, which is where the festivities took place. by the time i tried to book a room at mo’ sun, they’d already sold out of rooms, which were wicked expensive anyway, so hannah and i wound up staying at a local radisson. hannah drove in from boston, while i took amtrak...




(which always reminds me a little bit of the chemical brothers’ “star guitar” video)






...to scenic new london, connecticut








...which is as close as my no-driver’s-license-having-ass was gonna get to mohegan sun.

mo’ sun itself was pretty ridiculous, as these things go. it was basically a mall with gambling. hannah and i took were like pigs in poop when we realized we could bring our drinks with us as we window shopped.


i wasn’t able to take too many pictures while in the 'sun since snapping pictures is looked down upon in places where there is tons of gambling going on. but i did manage to take a picture of one of the totally ghey animatronic wolves they have there....


...as well as this awesome dale chihuly glass piece in front of an indoor waterfall




best of all, i got pictures of quiet motherfucking riot, who were playing there






apparently they had more songs than “cum on feel the noize” ‘cause they didn’t sing that particular ditty until about 20 minutes into their set. go figure.

the evening wore on, and many other adventures were had, but rather than write about the junkie whores we rented whatever else may have gone on that magical evening, i think i'll let my silence in this forum be my wedding present to tom.

I LOVE YA, BIG GUY! CONGRATS ON GETTING HITCHED!!