...Like we're not, but I mean literally. A couple days ago, Zac found this picture online and it struck a chord with him, so he copied it and forwarded it to John, Jake and I with the caption "If John was a dog" in honor of John's infamous picture. We had a good laugh at it and John punched me in the arm when I got home that night because it made everyone think about his picture again. I laughed and said "oh this has a blog post written ALL OVER it" and he said "you better not post that picture of me again, you bastard" so I said I would be fair and post the one of me up as well. It's too bad that we don't have one of Zac in that position as well...

Eight years ago, when John first arrived on island, he stayed at Ash's place for the first week like so many of us did. One of the "initiations" or "rites of passage" was shots at the Lone Star and/or the Seaview until you just couldn't stand anymore. When I went through it, Ash brought over "one last shot" that when I tried to not do it, he told me it would settle my stomach. Like an idiot I believed him and did the shot. He called it a "Swiss Steak" and was Tequila, Tabasco and Worcestershire sauce. It sure settled my stomach though, as soon as I threw everything up my stomach was fine!

John wasn't so lucky though, they just kept feeding him shots until the bar closed and then took his sorry ass home. It was there, curled up around the toilet (with a beer in his hand still) that Edd took this now-infamous photo. It's not high-res, it was a film camera that we scanned the print and saved and reproduced a few times over the years. Every time I post it, John gets mad and starts punching me again. After telling the whole bar about it though, and even giving them the address to this site so they can see it themselves. :) I don't know what it is about this picture that makes me smile every time I see it.

Finally John got his revenge. Rather, Jenny got his revenge for him. When her and I were in Cuba a few years ago when we were still going out, we got some VIP tickets to the Tropicana cabaret. Our table was right up against the stage and being Cuba, coca cola was more expensive than Rum. They came around and put two bottles of rum on each table, and then left a couple cokes. If you ran out of cokes, they'd bring you more and it was more expensive than ordering a rum & coke at the bar. I ended up drinking a whole bottle during the course of the evening and by the end of the show, when they lower the stage to floor level and the band keeps playing and everyone starts dancing, the one-hour free salsa lesson I did back in Vancouver came flooding back to me. I was fluent in Spanish, French and Italian that night, as well as English, or rather slurred English. By the time we got back to the hotel, I was so far gone that Jenny had to help me onto the crapper and then I passed out in the bathroom. Once John heard about the picture, he demanded I post it up on the website, and it stayed up there for awhile.

It took a few years, but finally we've inducted Zac into our little Hall of Fame (or is it shame?) Friday night was his birthday and we did a bar crawl starting at six o'clock at the Hard Rock Cafe and crawled north ending up at Calico Jack's just before midnight. Steph managed to get him home in one piece and then he passed out in the bathroom. She txt'd me in the morning: "Zac passed out in the bathroom. I got pictures" PERFECT! I forwarded the message to John and waited for the Internet to deliver me the gold. There's no toilet in the frame, but passing out on the floor with your head on the scale is pretty darn close!

Now that the three of us are equally immortalized and mortified on the Internet, for posterity and with equal billing, there's really not much left to do. Google will crawl the site in a couple days and cache everything so even if my site goes dark one day, you'll be able to see it in Google's Cache or the wayback machine.

Zac, Welcome to the Hall of Shame, it sure took you long enough to get here!