Flash back to the days of Charlie's Angels? Luke Wilson and Cameron Diaz caught in a rare moment with their guards down? Nah. That's just Brent and Nic chillin' in Zara's parent's mod pad.

The smokers. These guys should have slept on the porch for all the time they spent out there puffing away. When I was in junior high school I would've called them dirtbags. Now I simply refer to them as my co-workers.

Who's not completely adorable in this picture? Something about getting up to no good that really brings the best out in these guys.

Okay, so we broke into the tour bus. Who could resist? It was there, it was unlocked, it was screaming "You're a ROCK STAR!". Anyway, it was Gloria's idea.

Horse country.

That's Cliff, holding his own against a beautiful backdrop. Not much beats a guy in a tux.

Kate. Drinking, ummm, urine? Bottoms up girlfriend.

That's Clark loitering outside the ladies room. My mother warned me about guys like that.

Group shot. In this one we all have our clothes on. He he he. Later, Kate, Gloria and I spent hours trying to devise a scheme to convince the cute guy in the back (yea, I forgot his name) that chatty Kathy was not the girl for him, but that in fact, we were the girl team for him. It didn't work. I think that guy is like loco or something.

Heeeeeere's Cliff.

Cliff and I pleading with the string quartet to play something snappy: "What do you mean you don't know any Donna Summer?".

All this wedding stuff has put Brent in the mood, and Gloria's just the gal to tame that bronco. Ride 'em Gloria!

Brent and me with Dimtri and his girl Erica. This is a rare shot - one in which Jon is NOT hitting on Erica. Who can blame the guy - she's sassy!

Just try beating that pack of studs with a stick. I can't get behind the whole Regis Philbin color on color shirt and tie combo thingee though. I'm thinking that anyone looking to Regis for fashion guidance needs to do some serious self-evaluation.

Looks like someone snagged Nic's drink again. Quick - off to the bar with yee and don't come back without a vodka and Coke.

I know exactly whose underthing that is, but I'll never ever tell.

Look out Bruce Jenner, here I come. I've even got the retro velour shirt working. Kidding aside - cause everyone knows that's as close as I'll ever come to adorning a box of Wheaties - I would just like to say that I am a huge fan. I've eaten everything they've ever done, and I keep coming back for more.

Doing the tourist thing. In the rain. Ever been to a horse farm in Vermont for a long weekend? You'd be at Quiche Gorge too.

Speaking of the gorge. Thar she is. Five minutes spent here and we were off to shop for antiques and maple syrup.

Brent's taken up archeology. Or lost it.