Soooo... after we partied the night away with Aloud, we were scheduled for a Saturday morning photoshoot at 9am. Because Keith has no soul.
For this round of photos, we went with a bowling alley theme, because we wanted to accurately portray Scamper's competitive, yet playful spirit as well as make a bunch of visual "big balls" jokes. We're mature like that.
We show up at Lanes and Games on Route 2 at 9am, figuring that we'll have the run of the place. We were shocked to discover that there were some hardcore types that show up at the crack of ass to hang out at the bowling alley. They don't even bowl. They just hang out there. Oh, and they're, how shall we say, not UN-surly. As I entered the building in my tuxedo and Hawaiian shirt (I've never looked sleazier), I was shot some nasty looks and overheard a few "Who the fuck are these guys?" mumblings. This small-town territorial shit is a pet peeve of mine - I'm always amazed when people's first instinct is to be an asshole to a stranger. I was hungover and cranky enough to consider mixing it up with them, but then I stopped myself. They hang out at a bowling alley at 9am on a Saturday. Game, set and match to Brendo.
Of course, I was hanging out at the same bowling alley at 9am on a Saturday. But it was for artistic reasons, so I'm excused. Right? (cough)
Having gone to bed at around 3am, I was probably in the most functional shape of the 3 non-Keith Scamps, as Mike and Nate decided to post-show party at Roy from Aloud's house and managed to hit the sack around 5:30am. I was by no means a picnic to be around, but Nate and Mike were the walking dead. Mike didn't even bring a change of clothes. To a photo shoot. Classic Mirabella.
But once the photo shoot started, we actually started to shake out the cobwebs and have some fun. Our soon-to-be-a-proud-papa photographer Johnny Anguish and his beautiful soon-to-be-bursting-with-baby wife Nicole came up with some great ideas, including convincing Scamper to steal yet another award that we didn't earn:
You know what? I think I'm going to stretch stories from my weekend into an unprecedented third day. Want to hear the falling-down-at-karaoke story that Maura and Vinny Shit on the Face have already ruined by posting in yesterday's comments? I guess you'll have to wait until tomorrow, chumps.
Want to see a kick-ass rock and roll show with those four sexy bowling champions pictured above? You only have to wait until Friday at the Middle East. We're playing with our heterosexual life partners Harris along with Baker and Hospital Grade. 10pm start.
For this round of photos, we went with a bowling alley theme, because we wanted to accurately portray Scamper's competitive, yet playful spirit as well as make a bunch of visual "big balls" jokes. We're mature like that.
We show up at Lanes and Games on Route 2 at 9am, figuring that we'll have the run of the place. We were shocked to discover that there were some hardcore types that show up at the crack of ass to hang out at the bowling alley. They don't even bowl. They just hang out there. Oh, and they're, how shall we say, not UN-surly. As I entered the building in my tuxedo and Hawaiian shirt (I've never looked sleazier), I was shot some nasty looks and overheard a few "Who the fuck are these guys?" mumblings. This small-town territorial shit is a pet peeve of mine - I'm always amazed when people's first instinct is to be an asshole to a stranger. I was hungover and cranky enough to consider mixing it up with them, but then I stopped myself. They hang out at a bowling alley at 9am on a Saturday. Game, set and match to Brendo.
Of course, I was hanging out at the same bowling alley at 9am on a Saturday. But it was for artistic reasons, so I'm excused. Right? (cough)
Having gone to bed at around 3am, I was probably in the most functional shape of the 3 non-Keith Scamps, as Mike and Nate decided to post-show party at Roy from Aloud's house and managed to hit the sack around 5:30am. I was by no means a picnic to be around, but Nate and Mike were the walking dead. Mike didn't even bring a change of clothes. To a photo shoot. Classic Mirabella.
But once the photo shoot started, we actually started to shake out the cobwebs and have some fun. Our soon-to-be-a-proud-papa photographer Johnny Anguish and his beautiful soon-to-be-bursting-with-baby wife Nicole came up with some great ideas, including convincing Scamper to steal yet another award that we didn't earn:
You know what? I think I'm going to stretch stories from my weekend into an unprecedented third day. Want to hear the falling-down-at-karaoke story that Maura and Vinny Shit on the Face have already ruined by posting in yesterday's comments? I guess you'll have to wait until tomorrow, chumps.
Want to see a kick-ass rock and roll show with those four sexy bowling champions pictured above? You only have to wait until Friday at the Middle East. We're playing with our heterosexual life partners Harris along with Baker and Hospital Grade. 10pm start.
14 Comments:
I don't remember this photoshoot.
Dude, they are ALWAYS surly at Lanes and Games. They should call it Lanes and Games and Dickweeds. A friend had his four-year old's birthday party there a few weeks ago, and one of the staff kept coming over to yell at the kids.
Note: the phrase "calm down, shoe jockey" does not make them any friendlier.
Lanes and Games sketches me out whenever I drive past it. If it had pores, it would be oozing surliness from every one of them
I don't remember this photoshoot.
And yet you look fan-fucking-tastic.
I'm not even sorry I scooped you. What- is this YOUR journal or something? Fascist. I'm going to try to premeditate everything you plan on writing and comment about it the day before. You best stop hanging out with me. Except Thursday... I'll be needing you on Thursday.
How many gay (and I don't mean the good, cowboy gay) theme photo shoots can one band have, anyway?
How many gay (and I don't mean the good, cowboy gay) theme photo shoots can one band have, anyway?
Wait'll you see the one with the bowling balls.
Bowling is gay?
Tell that to The Dude.
I didn't think of this one as particularly gay, but then again, it's tough for 4 guys "posing" to NOT look gay.
Plus, Nate's in the picture. That ups the gay quotient by a few notches.
Brendan, might I say you're looking mighty sexy in these photos.
Brendan actually looks a little like Alex Karras in Blazing Saddles.
Brendan actually looks a little like Alex Karras in Blazing Saddles.
When is anyone going to compare me to a celebrity and it's actually flattering? When?
"When is anyone going to compare me to a celebrity and it's actually flattering? When?"
When you stop making unflattering celebrity poses?
I kid!
When you stop making unflattering celebrity poses?
No, you're right - I am such a big fan of that scene in Blazing Saddles when Alex Karras and his band win a bowling trophy that we just HAD to recreate it.
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