These pictures are fairly random, though a good deal are from my time at The Pub. I was a Pub manager through my Sophomore and Junior years, and have returned since then to help out when possible.

Yes, that's the same intro the last page got.

Here Brian chats with a few ladies.

Arif and Ian work the bar while I stand around taking photographs.

Finally, the people notice I'm taking their picture.

Tyler shares a secret of national importance with a couple of concerned citizens.

Here is a quiet crowd. Must be a staff happy hour or grad/theo student special event.

Or not. Now I recognize these folks as being standard happy undergraduate types.

Ian and Arif tend bar while the manager Russ does nothing.

I few wacky econ majors show their love for the Pub.

FAP XXV, the 1998 First Annual Picnic. The beer garden was held inside the Pub due to rain.

So this meant an alumni-weekend sized crowd, with alumni and current students cramming into the place.

Tom McGill and Father Joe.

A few alumni.

Now there's a decent crowd.

Oh, if the Pub always looked so full. Maybe its the balloons.

Another shot of the twentyfifth first annual picnic, and me without a caption.

Father Joe ordered quite a few pizzas and sold them, since the Pub normally only has basic bar fare to eat.

It must be the balloons.

Last shot of FAP, no more captions.

The Pub from outside.

The 1997-1998 Pub shirt.

Tom with a cigar and a female.

Tom and Katie.

 

The shots below are not necessarily Pub related.

Here is Arif in a uniform. He didn't quite explain why he was in a uniform, only that it was necessary for me to photograph it.

Arif's tattoo.

Here is Bob in my Sophomore year triple with my love sheep.

Claire just asked me earlier why there aren't any pictures of her.

Well, fine, here's a picture of Claire in my Junior year single.

Here is Doug watching TV in our triple, with Towel Boy in the background.

The love sheep can restrain itself no longer!

Pete and Chris Forlini.

Geoff Robinson giving his senior honors thesis defense.

Geoff, after being told he will graduate with honors.

Ivan, the mad Russian, in my Junior room playing Dungeon Keeper with me. I think.

James Winans, myth among men, chewing.

This man was my freshman year roommate.

He's probably the most admirable person I've ever met, by far.

Martin Coakley lying on the Jonas before it developed its stain.

Martin Zinkevich blocking the camera.

Mary, my ex girlfriend.

The evolution of a fight.

Scene: Riker 111
Time: Fall of 1998.

Oh no, the hair comes down.

She's laughing, it most be all over for our hero.

Here she is, disgusted with our hero.

Same thing, with flash.

Here Pete hides his face during an exciting episode of Star Trek.

Here is Russ of the light side (I'm Russ of the dark side), hours before he pissed me off to such an extent that few men have ever pissed me off before.

Conclusive evidence that wiggies visited ancient Greece.