so the boys were kicking around an idea of going to Vegas for a Broweekend. i have no idea when all things "bro" became the new black. do you know what i'm talking about here?
anyway, so they hemmed and hawed and decided not to go to Vegas, but to drive to Tahoe instead. It's got casinos and other debauchery in addition to all of the scenery and outdoor activities.
they did not go for the outdoor activities. they did not leave the indoors for three days.
reader, you should have seen then when they sauntered up to the house. well, sauntered isn't accurate. they had neither the energy nor the wherewithall to saunter. they tumbled out of the car on Saturday afternoon and looked like roadkill. they looked like they hadn't seen sunshine in a month and had meals consisting of french fries and beer with whiskey chasers. and then. AND THEN! had the gall to wax eloquent on how they "didn't eat so badly... they really didn't" and how they, sounding surprised with themselves and turning to each other for affirmation, "didn't go overboard".
and then they bring these photos back.
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