This was without a doubt the most disturbing pic I've seen published on PK.com, or for that matter anywhere. Let's review the basic elements.
In the back left corner, we've got PK himself as a fresh young fella, all decked out in Brawny paper towel man plaid, which no doubt will be damp with beer and sweat stains around the collar when he wakes up still wearing it after coming to on the concrete stairs outside his dorm the next morning.
Now note the massive table of beers, and the fact that there are only four people in the picture. You know you've got serious problems when you start stacking beers two deep. Also note the color of the beers. Maybe the bar was saying it's Labatts or Bud, but somehow I don't think so. Looks like the dregs of a Busch keg to me. The longer I look at this pic the more my liver hurts.
Now note that ten years later, an older yet not wiser PK is headed to frigging Florida to eat in a Red Lobster-style establishment while drinking similar amounts of swill. Now I ask you, what kind of madman goes to the goddamn tropics to drink second-rate beer while eating questionably fresh cut-rate seafood?
I'm speechless. I think this guy likes hangovers. The spirits of Bon Scott and John Bonham, as well as paramedics specializing in alcohol poisoning the world over, salute you.
There are only a few people in the picture, but we knew like 25 Syracuse people down there. I don't know how many were at Rumrunners that night, and I think this one was taken before I had food poisoning, which knocked me out for a night -- there is no torture like staying in a night and hearing everyone having fun around you.
Some drunk girls were being nice and came to the room to see how I was doing. Putting washcloths on my forehead and all that shit guys would never do. One crashed in my bed, because it was either that or the floor with so many people in the room and, being sick and all, I sweated out like 10 gallons and the bed was soaked in the morning. Couldn't have been a good memory for her.
As for the fashion and color of the beer, this was 1994 and I think it was $5-10 for all-you-can-drink for three hours every night.
bah! you want to miss the Yankees get killed in Fenway this weekend. hahhahah
Well Amy... after one inning, that sounds about right. 4-0 BoSox. Two glaring problems became apparent... Giambi can't play defense at first, and Jeter should have moved so a gold glover was playing short. Can't give a team 5 outs very often!
Almost had to laugh watching the game last night when Manny dropped that fly ball. Yanks proceed to load the bases and bring the tying run to the plate. I figured it was all over for the Sox there!
Till Tuesday you'll have to get your Yankees/Alyssa Milano/wacky photo fix somewhere else. A former coworker and I have a business meeting with a ton of beers and peel 'n' eat shrimp down in Key West, Fla., located at latitude: whatever, longitude: whatever.
This was without a doubt the most disturbing pic I've seen published on PK.com, or for that matter anywhere. Let's review the basic elements.
In the back left corner, we've got PK himself as a fresh young fella, all decked out in Brawny paper towel man plaid, which no doubt will be damp with beer and sweat stains around the collar when he wakes up still wearing it after coming to on the concrete stairs outside his dorm the next morning.
Now note the massive table of beers, and the fact that there are only four people in the picture. You know you've got serious problems when you start stacking beers two deep. Also note the color of the beers. Maybe the bar was saying it's Labatts or Bud, but somehow I don't think so. Looks like the dregs of a Busch keg to me. The longer I look at this pic the more my liver hurts.
Now note that ten years later, an older yet not wiser PK is headed to frigging Florida to eat in a Red Lobster-style establishment while drinking similar amounts of swill. Now I ask you, what kind of madman goes to the goddamn tropics to drink second-rate beer while eating questionably fresh cut-rate seafood?
I'm speechless. I think this guy likes hangovers. The spirits of Bon Scott and John Bonham, as well as paramedics specializing in alcohol poisoning the world over, salute you.
Posted by Erik at April 15, 2004 6:47 AM