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The Frencho Wedding.

Mr. and Mrs. Frencho.

JJ Frencho doing the honors'.JJ Frencho going in for the kill.JJ Frencho throwing like a girl.

This weekend Julie and I attended JJ and Kim’s wedding in Columbus, as far as I can tell this was several years in the making.

JJ and Kim Frencho.

The reception was held at Nationwide’s Atrium where a young, unsuspecting couple, was lucky enough to be seated with the likes of me, Kyle, James and Nick Barbone. No small feat. After the reception and a change of clothes we headed over to the Elevator to meet up with most everyone from the wedding who was up for a drink or four.

Julie Rubinstein and Nik Bronder at the Frencho Wedding.Nik Bronder, Nick Barbone and James 'holding down the fort'.Kyle Neugebauer and others doing what they do best.Nik Bronder and Julie Rubinstein at the Elevator.Nick Barbone explaining to me the secret to Charlie Weis' Offense: The Fourth Down.James and Nick Barbone attempting to grasp my theory on Florida being No.1 in the BCS.Luke making an appearance at the excat time we happen to have a spare shot.Myles Tersnak and Nik Bronder reminiscing about ‘old Myles’.Myles Tersnak and the Legendary Todd Boylan with the Bride and Groom.

A chronology of Old Myles:

Old Kyle at the Elevator.

I attempted to document the transformation of Myles into Old Myles through the course of the night. This wasn’t anything special but it was Old Myles.

Old Kyle at 12:09 AM.Old Kyle at 12:15 AM.Old Kyle at 12:27 AM.Old Kyle at 12:40 AM.Old Kyle at 1:01 AM.Old Kyle at 1:08 AM.Old Kyle at 1:11 AM.Old Kyle 1:13 AM.Old Kyle at 1:15 AM.Old Kyle at 1:21 AM.Old Kyle at 1:24 AM.Old Kyle at 1:31 AM.

A summary of the end of my night/morning:

We ended up heading back to the hotel after the Elevator, leaving my hotel key with Nick Barbone and an invitation for James to stay in our room. At about 3:30 I get a call from James while he’s pounding on our door. I let him in knowning he has to make a 9:00am flight back to California. A few hours later James’ phone alarm starts ringing so I attempt to throw a pillow from the chair at him. As I grab for the pillow I notice Nick is actually sleeping on the chair leaving a third yet unknown man sleeping in our room. I hit James with the pillow but to no affect. The alarm eventually stops and I go back to sleep. I start to assume that the other person in the room is Todd Boylan who must have stumbled in with Nick at an unknown hour. At about 7am the alarm goes off again. I still can’t wake James. We go back to sleep again. Finally at 8am, with the alarm ringing and Julie physicaly pulling on James’ leg he wakes and heads out. Nick gets up from the chair and takes James’ place on the bed. About an hour later Todd gets up and asks Nick for that ride he promised him in a drunken stumble to the strip club 4 hours before. At this point Nick recalls that he doesn’t have his car, it’s at Myles’. Awesome. Todd leaves (via Cab?) and then we notice Myles has called at about 9am. Nick and I assume this is because we left some food out at his place earlier but we later find out this is because we have the key to his house and Myles had to sleep at a neighbors.

Par for the course.

Zeno's + Pitchers = Late Night Pizza.

Luke, Nick Barbone, and Nik Bronder at Zeno's.Mo Thompson and Nik Bronder at Zeno's.

Last night after a late flight (yes, it was delayed) I met up with some folks at Zeno’s for a couple pitchers of beer.

Nick Barbone and Luke toasting the accomplishments of mankind.More toasting, this time to humanity.Mo getting all 'Irish'.Nick Barbone commenting on our current state of international affairs.Luke rocking out.Mo Thompson toasting a night out with the boys.Nick Barbone's take on the convergence of telecommunications and photography.Toasting by Mo Thompson and Nik Bronder.Myles Tersnak thinking about ‘work things’.

While at the bar the NC State – FSU game was on and Luke notified us that Florida State had a guy on their roster named De’ Cody Fagg. In the photograph below he’s pointing this out.

Luke pointing out De' Cody Fagg.

Needless to say we hit the Pizza Place for a couple slices rather late.

2006 Game #2: Cincinatti Vs. Ohio State

Cincinatti Vs. Ohio State

Yesterday after numerous travel challenges I made it to my first Ohio State game of the year just before the half time. #1 Ohio State managed to cover the spread beating Cincinnati 37-7. Nick and I sat in B deck (which I’ve only done on a couple locations) and had some pillars cover all play between the 30 to 50 yard line on the North side of the stadium.


Morril Tower from Ohio StadiumFeild Goal #2Field GoalOhio StateOhio StateOhio StatePilliar PlayOhio StateTroy SmithOhio StateOhio StateOhio State#3B Desk ScoreboardOhio State

Since I missed the tailgate Nick and I proceeded on foot to King Avenue 5 to watch the rest of the afternoon games. As you can see by whatever shot these men are drinking, I needed to find my own ride home.

Nick Barbone and Friends (ie the begining of the end).

This afternoon began harmless enough… how it ended I don’t know.

Shot Number 1Shot Number 1 (during).Shot Number 1 (reaction).Shot Number 1 (after effects).Shot Number 2. Shot Number 2 (game over).

Like I said before I’m not sure what they drank but I got Kyle to drive me to my car so I could meet back up with these guys. It didn’t happen. I’m not sure how they finished the night but I can only imagine it got ugly considered these photos were take around dinner time.

I ended up meeting Sal at WOSU, heading to Char Bar and then grabing some pizza at my place. The long Island iced tea at Char Bar was enough for me to call it a night and head home. The grabbing a slice of pizza lead to a shot at Mama’s in the alley off High Street. I’ve never been there before so it was worth the stop. Of course the bartender was from Steubenville (ie she’s legit).

Side Note:
So on my flight home today I sat next to John Kasich, FOXNEWS commentator and former Ohio Congressman. In addition to this I witness this scene at the baggage claim:

As I’m waiting for all the luggage from my flight 2 bags and a wrapped up box hits the luggage belt and nothing else. The box looks like a bomb as it goes around the carresel several times. In the mean time a car service driver holding a sign that reads ‘Mr. Bombay’ keeps checking everyone out waiting for luggage. Next thing I know a Stephen Baldwin, wearing neon pink and green shows, comes up to the baggage claim grabs the bomb and two bags and then heads over to the driver.

Turns out Stephen Baldwin is now Mr. Bombay.