ode to erg

the last night of eric's singularity.

we spent the night romping the unsuspecting streets of osborne village...trying to warn the population of the impending doom of marriage. i mean, from our angle we're losing certain rights and priviledges to good times with a good friend...so we had to let people know of this monstrosity. eric had to hand out about 50 sheets of paper personally to strangers before he was allowed to eat (a smorgisborg of amazing mexican food...which we all regretted the next day standing up on stage in the ceremony with awkward bowel movements).

one lady was super pumped about the message we had eric share with everyone.

a laudromat of lonely souls proved to be a great location to pass a few papers of propaganda to. the best situation (no pic) was when we made eric go into a posh restaurant and found a table with about ten people in their twenties, and only one was a dude. eric interrupted their boisterous conversation to deliver his last piece of paper to the one dude: "please refrain from getting married." gold, pure gold.

premarital stogies: celebrating an amazing fifty-paper feat, wonderful mexican food, oh, and eric's ensuing marital union!


the dudesmen (minus luke)


em's famous banana slush to cap off the night.

eric; looking good and ready for marriage. not awkward or nervous or anything. not eric.

so...as much as a bunch of dudes getting together the night before a friend gets hitched can be humorous (many jokes about loss of freedom and such), we were all still super pumped for him in all honesty. besides, melodie takes care of him much better than we did. Lord knows i tried. so...we raised our banana slush glasses in honor of our awesome friend getting married to an amazing girl.


cheers.