Stonehenge is a large pile of rocks.
And it doesn't actually DO anything.

Alas our weekend trek to Bath began with a stop off at awe-insipiring Stonehenge. The awe lasts for a few minutes before it wears off and you question the actual UTILITY value of the pile of rocks. In my mind I can see the big party the people who built Stonehenge had when they were done. "So that's it? It's nice...you know not without it's charm. But what does it do?" My new theory is that Stonehenge was a showroom model from an ambitious entrepreneur who underestimated the market for massive stone monuments thousands of years ago.

Yes, Evan and I are THOSE GUYS at Stonehenge. Hide your children.


Adam Conner. Delightfully tacky and unrefined.


Oh man, what are Matt, Jess, and Katie looking at?!?


OH MY GOD!!! ADAM IS CRUSHING STONEHENGE!!!


This is "Scrumpys" or as I like to call it "Scrumpy Jacks." It comes in 2 liter bottles for 3 pounds and has 7.5% alcohol by volume. It also tastes somewhat like a combination of boxed red wine and milwaukee's best. That's Grant and I consuming a liter apiece.


Grant finishing off the Scrumpys. This was necessary because we were going to a pantamime show in Bath. The highlight of the show became the IES kids in the audience who discovered that the show wanted you to yell at the cast...AND the main character's name was Dick.


Scrumpy's SUPERIOR and cheaper brother "Strongbow." A personal favorite of Evan and I, wonderfully modeled here by the lovely Seth Russel.


Well...well...well the game's afoot. Lunch for a pound with a ton of G-Dubbers in Bath?!?! Sign me up!