Monday, June 25, 2007
Back From Newport
Holy cow, was that a fun weekend or what? Yankees lost twice, extending the Sox lead to 11.5 games (awful quiet around the office these days), and I got to go to an absolutely amazing party.
My cousin is getting married this October, so his aunt decided to throw him and his fiancé an engagement party. Both sides of the families were represented well, and the party was an absolute blast. Open bar, a tent that made the average prom or wedding tent look like a 2 person dome tent, and the best mashed potatoes I’ve ever had in my life were highlights of the evening. Seriously, this event was better than any wedding I’ve ever been to. The wedding is supposed to be even better, as the bride’s father is the owner and head chef of the best Italian restaurant in RI. The house itself is on Bellevue Ave in Newport, which is possibly the most expensive street in the world to live on. It was owned by the Lazarus family in the 1880’s, and it is the place where Emma Lazarus wrote the poem that now is engraved on the Statue of Liberty (Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free...). It was neat being able to sit in the same chair she wrote the poem in.
After the party, we hit up the bars in Newport, which was great except that we got there right at closing time so there was no time to get a drink. Well at that point, it was time to walk home. I saw a fight break out on Thames St, which was definitely exciting to watch. Especially because the first guy to throw a punch connected square on the jaw of the emo-dork he was aiming for before getting jumped by his two buddies. All in all about 6 people were involved and it got to the point where people were getting kicked in the head while down on the concrete. Always fun.
Then of course, came the hour long walk back to pick up my car. That street was absolutely abandoned. I felt like the last person on earth. Fortunately, I was able to hitch a ride after a while and get back to my car, but it was still eerily quiet. Thus ended the night, and I woke up refreshed and hung over like nobody’s business. This was followed up by drunken hijinx at Dave and Buster’s which is always a good thing. That’s all for now, the Denver trip approaches and will see light posting during that time,
My cousin is getting married this October, so his aunt decided to throw him and his fiancé an engagement party. Both sides of the families were represented well, and the party was an absolute blast. Open bar, a tent that made the average prom or wedding tent look like a 2 person dome tent, and the best mashed potatoes I’ve ever had in my life were highlights of the evening. Seriously, this event was better than any wedding I’ve ever been to. The wedding is supposed to be even better, as the bride’s father is the owner and head chef of the best Italian restaurant in RI. The house itself is on Bellevue Ave in Newport, which is possibly the most expensive street in the world to live on. It was owned by the Lazarus family in the 1880’s, and it is the place where Emma Lazarus wrote the poem that now is engraved on the Statue of Liberty (Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free...). It was neat being able to sit in the same chair she wrote the poem in.
After the party, we hit up the bars in Newport, which was great except that we got there right at closing time so there was no time to get a drink. Well at that point, it was time to walk home. I saw a fight break out on Thames St, which was definitely exciting to watch. Especially because the first guy to throw a punch connected square on the jaw of the emo-dork he was aiming for before getting jumped by his two buddies. All in all about 6 people were involved and it got to the point where people were getting kicked in the head while down on the concrete. Always fun.
Then of course, came the hour long walk back to pick up my car. That street was absolutely abandoned. I felt like the last person on earth. Fortunately, I was able to hitch a ride after a while and get back to my car, but it was still eerily quiet. Thus ended the night, and I woke up refreshed and hung over like nobody’s business. This was followed up by drunken hijinx at Dave and Buster’s which is always a good thing. That’s all for now, the Denver trip approaches and will see light posting during that time,
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
74 days and counting...
In 74 days, the Notre Dame Fighting Irish will kick off their season against hte Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets. Put simply, that's 2 months and 11 days away. I can barely stand the wait, despite predictions of an 8-4 or 7-5 season. As the master of lowering expectation so as to be able to exceed them more spectacularly, I think we will surprise a lot of people this year.
Too bad i'm going to be in classes all day on saturdays this fall.
Here's some good stuff to keep us all amused:
Open Letter to Fredo
I Hate BC
On a more somber note, Terry Hoeppner lost his battle with brain cancer. He's still the toughest S.O.B. in college football, and could make Chuck Norris cry with just a glance. R.I.P., Coach.
Too bad i'm going to be in classes all day on saturdays this fall.
Here's some good stuff to keep us all amused:
Open Letter to Fredo
I Hate BC
On a more somber note, Terry Hoeppner lost his battle with brain cancer. He's still the toughest S.O.B. in college football, and could make Chuck Norris cry with just a glance. R.I.P., Coach.
Riding the train
So I sat in the exact same seat this morning as I did yesterday. You have to love taking the 5:45am train. It's virtually empty, so you're guaranteed a seat, it's relatively quiet (by MNR and NYC standards), and the chances of getting coffee spilled on your are far less than one would experience at 7:34 or 7:44.
Which got me to thinking. I have a 75 minute commute one-way on a regular day, and I probably complain less about commuting than anyone I know. I like being able to sit there and fall asleep, or play video games, or read a book, or enjoy a frosty cold beer (on the way home, only). But there are some commuting things that would not be so bad. People complain about the length of a driving commute, but how could they? You're in your own car, listening to whatever music you want, you've got A/C (not to be underestimated), you can pull off the road whenever you want to go get a nice hot meal or a coffee, and you don't have to pray that some fat ass hootchie with a 60-inch ass isn't going to try and squeeze in next to you in a two-person seat when you get to Fordham. Hell, car seats give you massages these days, go figure.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Summer is coming...
Well, it’s been a slow, slow time over here at Patrol HQ. Not much to report, only the various comings and goings of myself and the roomies with the random odd adventure here and there. I suppose it’s been a full month since posting, but what can you do. New merchandise is available in the store, for any interested buyers.
A few pics to wrap things up, I guess.
A new lady came to visit, and we had quite the fun Memorial Day weekend.
Went and saw a pair of Sox-Yanks game. We lost, oh well. Still way up on the Yanks, which is nice.
Not much else to report besides the addition of a new roomie and the departure of a current one (pictured above). Best of luck to the ex-roomie in his new life with his girl in Hoboken. That’s all from CPHQ for now.
A few pics to wrap things up, I guess.
A new lady came to visit, and we had quite the fun Memorial Day weekend.
Went and saw a pair of Sox-Yanks game. We lost, oh well. Still way up on the Yanks, which is nice.
Not much else to report besides the addition of a new roomie and the departure of a current one (pictured above). Best of luck to the ex-roomie in his new life with his girl in Hoboken. That’s all from CPHQ for now.
