this is how we call it a comeback
Many High Lifes saw Josh off to Pennsylvania (and then on to Spain) on Friday night. Started things at KM & Josh's place with some beers, Scarny came out, Dave drove us all to Trout. AB got to meet a bunch o' folks: Porkchop, Garett, Colleen...
Got a big table under a tin roof -- which was quite helpful when the sky opened up. Smoked too many cigarettes. Ate too much chorizo. Was in charge of the close-to-$300 bill with no drama.
Ended up at the Carroll Gardens Diner (which I had no idea even existed beforehand) near 4:00 AM eating grilled cheese-and-tomato sandwiches and discussing parallel universes.
Woke up and gathered KM, AB, and Scarny for brunch at Great Jones Cafe. Two spicy Bloodys and jalapeno cornbread! Itty bitty jean shorts! Yesssss! Walked around to work off the meal. Oh, it's hot as hell. Let's get on water? Um, yes: Staten Island Ferry!
(On our return trip, the captain hit the dock and we had to disembark. It was nothing like this, though.)
The night brought pizza and girl talk. Slept deeper than I have in weeks.
The summer is winding down...
(In other news, waiting to hear about money for school. If anyone would like to bankroll my dream, please email me. I need funds. I will cook for you.)
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The summer still has 54-55 days remaining. It is definitely not, as you state, "winding down." We have at least six more weeks of swimming weather in the South. It'll be 98 and 99 degrees here this week. High school football practice just started. It's those fucking dog days right now, and it's almost time for a physical challenge. Your naysaying can't hold back the strongest weeks of meatballsesque summer camp frivolity, dawg, You can't fight nature. And, the season isn't half over.
Actually, I give. You women have that e.s.p. shit that let's you closer to nature and men invented calendars as a place to worship swimsuit models. Just don't let my September beach trip be ruined by the earliest/only blizzard in the history of central Florida. However, the meatballs antics should remain solidly entrenched in all of our minds endearingly.
Okay, okay, between KB and Porkchop arguing with me about the end of summer, I should explain myself:
I simply mean that it's been a very hectic (and intoxicating) few months for me and I believe that with Josh's departure, I'll be less likely to spend my weekends getting all crunked-up on pitchers of beer at the GYC.
(Which makes me sad.)
Then again, the summer may not really end until November 1, when GYC closes...
P'chop: we need to play trivia.
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