our fearless leader. a stoic man. he'll lead 6 uknowing idiots on a sailing trip they can't burn from their memory. thanks logan.

lots of booze. lots of food. lots of sleep.

stu's perma socks

one with the sound

day 2. will gleefully enters the dingy.

didn't take long to convince him to get naked.

ahh yes a moment of reprise. mere seconds before the rope comes undone and we nearly lose will to the fog.

funs over

back to peeing of the boat

is nothing sacred anymore stu?

day 3. woke up, found an island with a shitter, found myself gettin iced.

owen's last moments with us before he got dropped off. fckr got a plane ride back to the mainland.

stu writing to some rando out there about where we are. letter might still be at sea.

dropped of owen, found an island to camp at. stu dives.

after much coaxing, i convince peter of the righteousness of a bath in the sound. here he is, relunctantly rinsing.

see? not so bad peter.

get those damn supplies to island boys.

you guessed it. he got to the island and instantly got naked.

"squat for me like your dumping."

flash forward. brian is in town. we cruise to the mountains. we at the wedding.

married as fuck at this point.

yes i brought the masks. no i did not unleash them. they seem to draw people to them.

the bride :)

WAAAAAAAAH

a solid wedding krew

we'll leave it here. congrats stu. you picked a good one.