Boys Only Holiday

A few week-ends ago, Greg abandoned me so he could fly out to Miami to meet some of his favorite English boys for some hard drinking, sun-soaked reminiscing. Here are a few photos.

James, G, Stu and Ray

Notice that while other boys drink beer, Greg orders stuff with STUFF in it. What is that? Mint? Sugar cane?


They stayed in the crappiest Days Inn ever. And it was still $150 a night. But since the bars in South Beach stay open until 5 a.m., they didn't see much of their rooms anyway.

Stu doesn't believe in smiling for cameras.




Stu cracks a smiles, but only when Ray is in pain.


Or when he is pinched.

The boys on the streets in various states of drunken confusion.


No words.... ::hanging head in shame::

Ray gets the munchies after all night benders...

...while Stuart studies local real estate markets and debates the economic ramifications of expanding his growing empire...

...and Greg, well Greg just loves everything and everyone...

Obviously, a good time was had by all. And Greg is already talking about the next boys' week-end in a year or two. All I can say is that I have got to get in a girls' week-end before he makes it to round 2 or I will never forgive myself!

p.s. Only a guy could spend an entire week-end in a new town on the coast and not take a single picture of the beach. Or even daylight for that matter...