The usual suspects.
Kyle, the driver, was the man. Door to door service.
The Bleacher Bar is right in center field at Fenway, and across the street from the House of Blues. The perfect stop for a few beers before a show.
Temper Trap killed it. You'll be hearing more about them soon.
After the show the girls were selling sausages from the cart, not sure how we didn't get photos.
I think this is Pete's reaction to the "spidermanning" talk.
The ride back was a mess.