the morning started off pretty slow.only two people slept on the bus the night before. With five of the lads ending their night in a successful manner.the last 3 boys to turn up to the bus were fischer eddy and spud who hadn't slept and spent the night buying doo-rags and hanging out on street corners in lower manhattan.due to an excessive amount of canine fornication, the boys took a while to get on the road to our next destination, Albany upstate new york.drinking a disgusting amount of bud lites on the way up, we spent the night at a sweet lake side bar called the sandbar and made an absolute f***ing nuisance of ourselves. Sword got nude in front of the band and danced like lady gaga, the standard filthy behaviour ensued, resulting in Wilson greg and gus taking a taxi to another bar.greg informed the taxi driver that Wilson gus and himself were part of the mafia and were going to shoot someone.the taxi driver then called the police who cuffed greg and Wilson, but not gus who was asleep in the back.some swift talking from the likes of Gregory ensured that the big west coaster William Wilson didn't spent the night in the cells and got him safely back to the bus.
Another slow start in the bus but this time we didn't have far to go as we were invited to a family BBQ across the lake from the sand bar. We arrived mid afternoon and were told under no cercomestances to bring any food. They were very welcoming and got told to get any dirty washing out of the bus for paddy to wash.
We had arrived on labor day which ment there was a ring of fire party on which invoved hunreds huge bodfires all around lake Sacandaga. After a few cheaky afternoon beers night fell and we lit the 5m high fire. We all satdown on the beach and proceded to drinking far more than what we needed. Sorwed became reasonably legless and managed to stich up a new found 50year old called Morine on more or less straight gin. Later on in the night Spud, Richy and Rich proceded to the house from the beach and demolish a bottle of tiquila and smoked Cigars with Chip the owner of the house and Donny and Cathy Chips parents for a couple of hours while the rest of the boys got instructed to drink as much as they could still down on the beach of Chips beers.
As the night grew older and the small hours came along most of the boys headed to the next door house and drank and ate there food.
All in all we all had a ripper night and 12 boys who couldn't thank Chip, Paddy, Donny and Cathy enough.