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,
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