happy independence day, my friends!!!!
go check this page out - a silly little thing that i got a kick out of....
so, yesterday i went to the parker house for the first time ever. silly, really, that i've never been... although it was chock full of bennys - as i suspected... i have heard from other sources that sunday afternoons are a lot of fun there though...
had a great time - jude and i headed over there around 5:15pm... hung out in the back, had a dozen shrimp from the raw bar... pounded amstel lights... okay, not pounded persay... but i would say that we probably had about8 or 9 beverages apiece over the next 5 hours or so...
we made our way from the upstairs to the downstairs of the PH... and met some decent guys... then i saw a guy come in with a number of folks and i was like, hmmm... he looks really familiar, how the hell do i know him??? then he was walking near me and i asked "is your name Paul?"
yep...
ladies and gents... paulkatcher.com was in da' parker house... yep. in my neck of the jersey shore... behold pk and gc at the ph...
okay - so soon after that, jude and i meandered over to the boathouse in belmar - a kid i went to high school with owns it... decent place, a lot of fun... the band playing was the pat roddy band and a fella in said band - chris (below) - i've known for a number of years... and as i said to him last night - i will post nothing but niceties about him :) heh.
okay - so welcome to my 11th amstel light... and some guy named paul (not katcher) walks into my territory... "hello there roundheaded irish boy!"... yep. i said that. he's all like "eh... is that a compliment?"
oh yes. very much so. yep. damned roundheaded irish boys wearing guinness visors are my downfall...
shortly after yapping with him... eh, some chick sidled up next to him and gave me the evil eye (scrawny little thing with too much gold and way too much makeup... yeah i coulda taken her, but what's the point?)
so jude and i skidaddled about 12:30... the both of us were proud of the fact that we're 34 and were still able to walk upright after drinking for 7 hours... so we walked half a mile to the beach grabbed a couple of slices and then walked the half mile back to jude's...
this was my bed partner... Tigger. always nice to be sound asleep and then awakened to something gnawing on your ankle... then falling back to sleep and then having your wrist bitten...
so a fine evening... today/night i think kerry and i are heading somewhere... probably the UL or the new riverhouse...
so i hadn't had a chance til now to check my emails... it looks as if i am being berated by a barrage of bulimics today coming from the Pro-Ana-Suicide-Society (P.A.S.S) messageboard... i guess their barbeques didn't set well... i suppose cheeseburgers and hot dogs don't come up as easily as they'd like and so they're taking it out on my site... heh... too bad. gotta love they're comments... *sigh* oh well, at least they'll have rotted esophaguses (or is it rotted esophagi?) and teeth within a year or two... and the worst they can say about me is that i am going gray at 34... um... do they have a Miss Clairol to hide the fact that you're bulimic and killing yourself? because my gray washes out quite nicely... heh. asses.
