And so the adventure begins...

Day #1, pregame!

Frosty drinks at the Canvasback.

Bon on the balcony.

Ready for a night at Seacrets!

Fun time, good band, not too crowded.

Pain-in-the-Ass #??

The before...

...and after!

Amy on the balcony after a good night... was this before or after she drop kicked her camera off the third floor, and we had to search the shrubbery in the dark? Thank goodness the flash was still blinking!

Bon with a capri sun, part of our very limited food supply.

We're ready to go out! Where is Amy?

Talking to Scotty-Too-Hottie and NOT ready to go!

The infamous bell beside the door of our condo. When rung, party time must ensue!

We're headed to the boardwalk.

At the Bad Ass Cafe! We were the only ones there for a while, when a couple of old guys (in their 60's) came in and started buying us drinks. They actually introduced us to the boys sitting next to us, Brandon, John, and Phil.

Somehow we all ended up in the crazy back room playing beer pong against a group of three metros who wouldn't all tell us their names. (Mr. Baldwin...) This is Brandon playing with Bon.

Christina sitting beside the cigarette machine! It's one of our favorite things to do wherever we go.

Amy and I between rounds. Maybe around the time that John was ready to fight the metros over us?

Run to Buxy's Salty Dog! Sunday is the big night at the local Pittsburgh bar. Amy and Bonnie took off at a run, Christina trotted with Phil, while Brandon, John, and I brought up the rear.

Bonnie's thinking, "Where is the Scoper?"

Phil, Christina, and Brandon. Is that Scoper Nick in the background? I may have been off on my 8 minute love affair? B said later that he can last at least 10 minutes. :)

Still looking for the scoper?

Fun times. Dancing to Riding Dirty.

Me with John, also named OJ because he drives a white bronco!

Silliness on the way home! We had no trouble getting a bus all week.

I'm not sure of the significance of the candle propping the door, but I'm sure it meant a lot at the time...

Getting ready for Monday night.

We went to Seacrets which wasn't that great.

You can see we found a better way to prop the door...

Jimmy's Chicken Shack aka Jimmy's Soft Crab Shack was playing. I didn't like them.

Disco ball above the outside DJ.

Making the best of a blah night! A group of guys told us we should go with them to the Party Block, but we didn't listen.

Shawn came! His friends (intelligently) left so he was on his own.

Crazy dancing with family friends!

Amy says the band sucks!

The infamous butt shots. We always do them. Amy and I didn't turn out, sorry to disappoint you!

No sleeping on the balcony, Bon!