These pix ganked from listener Christine McKenzie.
I am killing the fried food, and am happily getting pudgier.
Pete took us to Sally’s pizza in New Haven–where he grew up–en route to Providence. Insanely good, second only to DiFara’s in Brooklyn.
We have an insane overnight drive from Cleveland to Bonnaroo–we have to be there at 9 am to load in our stuff–hence, the moment the House of Blues show ends, we will haphazardly throw everything into the van and start jamming the 600 miles to Tennessee.
We are instituting a tradition in which Scrap sings and plays guitar in a solo rendition of a medieval tune called “Guardame las Vacas.” The sole lyric, which he came up with, is “Keeping watch/over some cow.”
I have repeatedly forgotten to burn Chuck a CD of Ennio Morricone’s “Il Ritorno de Ringo,” our usual walk-on tune.
Being men trapped in a van with each other all day, the ebb and flow of homoerotic jokes has become alarming.