Oh hi. I started using Instagram finally. I know everyone has seen millions of pictures of lunch and feet and people's feet at lunch and beach horizons, but have you ever seen them through my eyes? Didn't think so. Add me or whatever. Totally your call guys. No pressure. Oh man, but you can get gems like this one above from a pool party I went to at my buddy Alex's house the other night. Night swimming (via REM) innit?
Tons of photos of my stupid life and all the things I put in my body and people that I looked at below.
Still life here is a commentary on death and nature and also a commentary on how I couldn't find an ashtray and didn't want to walk all the way over there to look for one.
Couple popular questions I've been getting about this one: 1) No I don't shave my arm pits, I'm just naturally dainty like that, and 2) I'm not somehow wearing some new awesome type of one-legged shorts. 3) I'm not gay.
Forget if I already posted this one, but this is probably the most common view I look at in my life on a daily basis.
Got the idea for this drink from the Cocktail Virgin blog, who got it from this bad ass cocktail book Beta Cocktails. Tried to have them reproduce it at Park, but they didn't have any rhum agricole, so we used Batavia Arrack. I'm not sure if it was any good. Tasted like taking a giant bite out of a grapefruit right off the grill.
Me and dear old mum. That's mum on the right. She started a little shop attached to her quilting business/classes place that's in the shed where I used to pump mad iron/hang out with my buddies in high school making it a lot less gay than it used to be.
I don't even like High Life, but these little bottles at Trina's Starlite Lounge were so cute I couldn't resist. Taking a picture of it that is, not actually drinking it. That shit is flat champagne piss.
Tuesdays at Noir classic Boston bar-man Brother Cleve is doing his Tiki night through the summer. I forget what we had here, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess it was lots of rum and juice over crushed ice.
Finally got down to a Mary Lou's when I was in Pemrboke the other day. Remember when for something or other? I wonder how that turned out. I investigated the shit out of a large ice with milk and one sugar myself.
Had this thing at Emerald Lounge. I promise I was trying to focus on the cocktail but something bumped into my arm just as I was about to take the shot.
Here's what it looks like inside there.
I went down to the Seaport for my buddy's bachelor thing the other night. Look at this line. I stood in it like a fucking commoner.
This place has tons of whiskeys, as you may surmise from the name, but they're all upside down in taps down the bar. It's a shit show in there on the weekend, I'm sure people aren't savoring nice scotches while they bump and grind in short shorts to the cover band playing Fuel/Lit/Eve 6 (via the 9tz) jams.
Shot of mom's garden. No way it was anywhere close to this nice when I lived there. Really spruced the place up they have. Thanks for waiting until I was gone.
Agave Maria (mzcl,frnt,pnpl,agvee,pychds) and Sitting Pretty (tqla, stgrmn,lmn) at the Independent.
My buddy Nate had a 4th of July bbq. Great food. Here's boar or something. There was bear meat in the fridge, but I had to leave before that came out.
More basic ass people standing in line for a basic ass bar.
LOL REMEMBER THIS SONG?
Shrimp something or other at Casa B, super cute tapas place in Union Square.
Food was somewhat underwhelming though based on all the praise I'd been hearing. Plus, don't make restaurant guests pay with a tablet that you leave on the table and they have to fuck with the thing for like 5 minutes figuring out how to work it. I hope this restaurant trend dies fast.
These pictures are out of order somehow now. Who gives a shit I suppose
Grapes grow in Kingston, MA, did you know that? I bet they would make dreadfully horrible wine.
Way too many dogs at this fucking house.
Here's Bobby O'Neil trying to intimidate me. U Look good bb! Especially for 60 + or however old you are.
I used to wait for the school bus here and get nose bleeds and cry about how I had no friends. That's sounds a lot like most of my 20s at the end of the night come to think of it.
Marconi Wireless, a cool old cocktail. 2/3 applejack, 1/3 Italian vermouth, 2 dashes orange bitters. Tried it at Island Creek Oyster Bar the other night with Michelle. While I was drinking this some fucker broke into my car and stole a bunch of shit including my wedding ring and my Kindle and her iPod. Motherfuckers. Who breaks into a Toyota Corolla?
KEW-T.
These guys.
Always a treat to have real DJ bros setting the soundtrack to the BBQ. Here's Moldy KILLING IT or whatever. Check out his stuff, it's good.
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Moldy MASSACRED it.
DESTROYED IT. EVERY1 DID. GOOD LINEUP
Today on "Ask Luke", a question from an admirer aka member of your studio blog audience:
"How can a wild boar eating smoker be so fuckin ripped?"
Ahh come on... I'm a fat ass actually. But thank you.
Shitshow is right. Holy crap. Friends suck wanting to go to horrible bars.
Your Dad KNOWs he's better than you and about 95% of everyone else. I'm jealous. Where'd I put my HyperGH14x?
I want your friends' house....or at least their kitchen and pool.
I'm glad the Camels are keeping your weight down, "fat ass".
nice pool pics!
Ha, Bobby does his push ups daily. Right dad? He'll probably read this post at some point.
I'd like to stop smoking one of these days but man I'm not looking forward to the weight gain. I suppose I'll be able to run harder, but fuck it, that doesn't seem like a great trade.
Azn bartender looking good. I'd make fun of the old man's weird belly button but that barrel chested freak would crush me. My Mom is a quilt fanatic too. They could cut my utilities in the winter and I'd never freeze tho.
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