How to: Throw yourself a proper sendoff bash

Courtesy of our friends Brian Hingston and Tamsen Hunter, Olmsted and I were able to throw ourselves a memorable sendoff bash for our departure out west in search of Swift. Silent. (and most importantly) Deep pow. The night started off at Hingston and Tamsen's fancy-new-loft across from Pizzeria Regina in the North End where everyone got their joints limber in preparation for a night of aggressive dance moves. Unfortunately, Ryan hadn't foreseen how his aggressive dance moves were going to split his pants later that night so he showed up in his father's 1960s bright yellow bell bottom slacks cinched with a belt just below his nipples. Needless to say, everyone shredded the dance floor hard.

(anyone with a picture/video, please send my was a.s.a.p.)

So that pretty much sums up the kind of night we all had at the Middlesex Lounge, where there was zero lounging going on from our camp of over 30. Many laughs, moves, and tears were shared! Thanks to all those that came out to celebrate what should end up being a memorable, if not more than memorable, experience out to Jackson. I plan on creeping wireless internet from places along the way so I should be updating this daily (unless we're camping in the Badlands). Although we'll see how much time I'll have as I already told Ryan I'm doing most of the driving if we're actually going to make it. Keep checking in for updates!