Nudie Suit & Lady Shileileigh

We are shocked that more people weren't wearing green on St. Fatty's Day. When I was coming up, that was a pinchable offense. Mom remains shocked that dad didn't do a better job on pictures on the holiday - C.B. / M.J. combining to create some wonderments. In any case, Uncle JJ hosted yet another stormer, we were early in, early out, good crew up to the challenge. JJ has a new neon Guinness sign hanging in the den - further shocked we didn't think of this first. Highlights:





In theme, I went to see the Cletics play the Heat at the Boston Garden Wednesday, traveling with my friend Charles Charles MaGalls. One too many hot wings for the A-Man. Turns out the "best burger in Boston" is barely feedable to humankinds.


We are in a couple tournament bracket playoff systems. As usual, looking for a bottom ten percent finish. Disappointed that the ACC punked out in the 1st round, pulling for the Heels on account of Tiny B and the Lady Beaver. Pleased the Dookies stuck it to RICK BARNES and his thuggish longhorns. Jane picked the Coppin State Academy Rangers to win it all.


Saw this on our adventures Saturday. Wish someone would call me the party weapon.

For the out of staters, this is what the beerhall looks like before dad cleans them out of draft option #2.

And one.

Getting treatment during the hour of beauty.

NSFW!



Flashing gang signs on the way to the fund raiser.

A little QT with Aunt Sara at the Coney Island Prep Fund Raiser, somebody scoffawed at the notion of corporal punishment, ate macaroons and generally misbehaved during the speech. We've already readied a drawer for the conduct slips.

Finally, managed a jaunt to Cobble Hill for a pricey lunch at Char #4. They have like a thousand bourbons on the walls. Stuck with pickles and a cold one, JB dozed, call it a snoozer.

Jane's going to Daycare tomorrow, a first. Expect a melt down. Dad's headed to England to see England play in Wembley. Melt down expected there as well.

Cheers mates,

McKennas