So long, Astoria

Second story beer pong. Cool concept, not actually that fun.

Inevitably, shit like this happens. This is on the balcony below Chase's.

A "crane" was rigged which consisted of string and a Jones' soda can.

The can had to be swung to knock the ball off the lower balcony. This was much easier than going downstairs and seeing if the people were home. It lead to warm beer and a one hour game.

The trolley on the way to Muncie Music Fest! SICK!

Doc's. This band sucked.

What are you so psyched on, Megan? I heard rumors of some superstar band playing tonight. Maybe that's it.

Oh shit, seriously? Is that really the Ataris?

Well, he's a little bloated but that's definitely Kris Roe. Must be the Ataris. Or some incarnation of them that is only defined by Roe.

People, us included, watched the Ataris play in Muncie at a festival that we paid $5 to get into. Bummer, dudes.

Brett, Paige, and Zolt are all definitely psyched on seeing their hero.

Anna... not so much.

Brett contemplating existence or some shit.

Shit, Doc's pizza is good.

Anna may hate the Ataris, but boy, does she love Spitshine.

Center Stage's bathrooms must have been a Turkish bath house at some point. Gross.

This band sucked. Lots of old people danced and sang along.

Dude had a boy band headpiece. That was actually pretty cool.

The bathroom is a prime place for cigar information. Actually, it's blunt rolling information. The bathroom is a good place for that.

Later.