What Happens In New Jersey, (Sort Of) Stays In New Jersey
Let me just preface this set of photos by saying that, (1) you should never get too drunk at a wedding; (2) in this age of digital photography, everything is forever; (3) it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Jay tasked me to go through my harddrive and sort out all my shi-ite after what happened the last time when I lost like a billion images.
Hence I ended up looking over some very, very old photos. And came across this set of, ahem, portraits taken at a wedding in New Jersey.
Some alcohol may have been consumed by this time. The white nets around our ears were previously used to hold lemons for our steaks. Don’t ask me how it started.
I, er, will not be naming anyone in these photos.
Because I don’t remember half of them, and I’m hoping the other half remains my friends.
If you’re wondering why we have the same stare…I think we were told where to look. Or maybe we were all just equally buzzed.
