Month: August 2007

Good times ensued when Greggy, Chris, Justin F. and myself headed to San Antonio for a weekend of Cowboys’ training camp and golfing. First, I’d never taken 183 to San Antonio and couldn’t believe how beautiful the scenery was.

Once again, I was hampered by low batteries upon arrival at the Alamo Dome which is why there are few pictures. My bad.

Practice.

Justin F. and Chris.

Greggy.

Me.

Next, we headed to Pecan Valley for a round of golf, which I did not participate. Golfing beats me to no end and it was damn hot. I did however capture some great golf shots.

Justin F. hitting out of a bunker.

Greggo hitting out of a bunker.

Greggo sinking a long put.

Justin F. putting and sweating.

Me with my new Ocean Pacific sunglasses.

Teeing off with Chris.

Teeing off with Greggo.

Teeing off with Justin F.

Justin F. getting out of a tough situation.

The course was beautiful, complete with an old tree that Santa Anna supposedly sat under with his troops.

Once again, we were finished after golfing. We headed back to the hotel, took showers, separately, and went out to dinner on the Riverwalk for some mediocre Mexican food.

A month ago I headed to Tulsa for a weekend of fellowship. I pulled into town around 10:30 p.m. and upon arrival we headed to the bar. These photographs are from our return from the bar.

Duk.

Big Time.

Blucifer.

Joey.

Me.

The next morning we played golf and it was Team Wolverine (Me, Joey, and Blue) against Team Thundersuck (Big Time and Duck). Before jaunting off to the course.

Joey

Big Time.

Joey and Big Time.

Blue

Team Thundersuck

Team Wolverine

Exhaustion set in as we headed for a very late lunch.

No more photos after that. We quickly ran out of steam after eating at Brother’s Hooligan.  An excellent weekend and much props goes to Duck for planning the event.  I love seeing my law school brothers, every damn one of you.  We don’t do this enough.

Greggo and Courtney were gracious hosts for the 4th of July celebration. This went so far as to the rental of the baddest bounce house I’ve ever seen.

Washer playing and cooking out.

The fireworks were something to behold in the boxes.

Sunset.

The first fireworks.

They got better.