love the weekend pt.1

i decided to forego my annual catskill mountain late-may bluegrass and boozing for beach weather, "true life" stars, and the possibility of finding out what the eff would cause drock to scream out "JERZAAAAAY" every time we cross the holland tunnel westbound. so in celebration of memorial day weekend, and the first summer exodus from the sidewalk grime, i found myself bombing down the garden state parkway at 7 on a saturday night (rip honda civ) heading for what was guaranteed to be a guidlicious disaster zone.

dude- jersey did not disappoint.

we pull up to the parental abode in brielle and mama imperato promptly asks me wtf is wrong with my voice. (did i mention the rager til 9 am? oh right, yeah, took a 2 hr nap nbd. a solid start to the weekend, for sure, but just a warm up- did little more than leave me sounding like a seasoned lounge singer.) we head into the thick of it after some bomb pizza and wine that papa imperato hooked up...to bar a.

this place is.....jersey. from girls scarfing hot dogs on line (no euphemism here) to the hair gel/spray combos to the untzing to the accents, each step was better than the last. this place is huge- bars all over the place, bartenders who can't do their jobs (i mean a lemon drop shot is more than just lemon drop vodka furrealz.) We grab shots to catch up with the crowd, and each wind up with a ketel soda and a busch light, one in each hand at which point a deep V necked pair of shoulders approaches...

guido: "yo, why you double fisting?"
drock: "why do you shave your chest?"
guido: "**whimper** what??" (as his crew assembles...)
yours truly: "you should really look into waxing."

and the party rages on.....

daily grind

papa h just called me from outside the building to come down and say hi because he had some business meeting a few blocks down.

what was he wearing to this meeting?

crocs. but you know, black ones....so they're dressy.

don't even know what to say.