Is it just me or is June a strange month? Strange in the way that nothing ever seems to happen, but you know something did. The summer solstice is in June, but you're not quite sure if that means it's "officially" summer. I like to say summer starts on Memorial Day weekend, so I'm going to stick with that phiosophy, but I'm still going to say that June is weird.
What's a June without a World Cup of Futbol anyway?
So I have small calender with kittens on it. Martine got it for me as a joke, but I use it. I write what I did on the weekends on it. It does come in handy, especially when trying to remember a weird month like June. So here it goes:
Weekend of June #1:
Friday we all went to the Nautical Mile in Freeport. Sean had a interview out there earlier in the evening so while he waited for us to make our way down there he found a bar that was selling 32oz. $5 beers in styrofoam cups. Sean has a sixth sense for things like that.
Sean and I played a few games of beer pong out on the deck while all the girls chatted about shoes and pocketbooks, or whatever girls chat about. I called Chuck and invited him down. No answer. I called Garger and told him to come down. He did show up an hour or so later with a bunch of girls. Fucking Garger. Chuck left me a voice message saying he was too busy hanging out on D-Funk's new lawn furniture. The night ended with Sean being told first hand from the owner of the Ale House that he shouldn't bother coming into work anymore. The Ale House was "un-officially" closed. Garger closed the Mile that night.
Saturday morning brought me back to the Nautical Mile for the annual Dock Dogs competition. Since Brandy jumps off the dock out east like it's her job we entered her into the competition. There was a professional dog there with sponsors all over it's little shirt it was wearing. That dog probably makes more money than me. The winning dog jumped 24ft. Brandy jumped 21ft. We ate raw clams while we watched the Dock Dogs.
Sunday Marty and I were bored. We have been talking about making sushi from scratch for quite a while, so we decided this Sunday was a perfect time to do it. Marty has a sushi recipe book with directions and a bamboo rolling mat, so it was pretty easy. We used avocato, cucumber, and salmon. After a few practice rolls we got the hang of it. Damn was that sushi delicious.
Weekend of June #2
I think it was raining like a jerk, so Marty and I headed out east and just chilled with some scrabble and crazy 8's.
Weekend of June #3
Friday I took the train with Chuck, D, Mike P, and Ali to the Mets/Yanks game in the Bronx. I had like 2 beers on the way into Penn and as soon as we got on the subway to the stadium I had to urinate extremely bad. So bad that I was thinking about doing it between the cars while the train was moving. We had to go from 34th Street to something like 169th Street. I was not feeling too hot. I had to unbutton my pants to make room for my bladder. It was bad, but I made it. I also got to finish all my beers before entering the stadium. We ate a very large bag of ranch-flavored sunflower seeds. Nick Santini met us there, but was intimidated by the seeds and our rate of compsumption. I yelled things at Bobby Abreu in right field.
Saturday I hung out in Sayville with Marty and bought my Dad some cigars for father's day. I drove out east that night so I'd be there in the morning for father's day. I smoked one of the cigars I bought for myself on the way out there. I immediately began getting extremely queezy. I had to pull over and I yaked by the bunker on the 16th hole of Indian Island golf course.
Sunday, I played some golf with my Dad. I did not throw up on that course.
Weekend of June #4
Newport, Rhode Island. Enough said.
Weekend of June #5
Coincidentally on the last Friday in June we ended up at Jeremy's Ale House on the Nautical Mile drinking 32oz. beers out of styrofoam cups again. And it was even more of a blast this time around. Chuck and D left their lawn furniture behind and joined us.
Some pictures will sum up the night:
So there you have it
What a weird month huh? A lot did happen and it was a hell of a time, but it all happened so fast that it doesn't seem like it happen at all!
I think the Newport, RI weekend deserves it's own entry. What do you think? Like you care, jerk. I think I might write a whole entry dedicated to all my escapades in Newport, RI. But for now, July is rolling right along. Damn.
I want to buy a DeLorean.
