Uncle Wayne broke all his own holiday records by managing to fall asleep
before the meal! (Caption taken from Meredith's
recap of this very same day that she posted almost a year ago when this shit actually
happened. Nice one, babe.) In order to top himself next year, he's
actually going to have to fall asleep at the wheel while driving over.
The mover's had already come and taken all of my stuff (to California!). Meredith was out of town for the weekend and was nice enough to lend me her apartment.
...then Doug and I took the NJ Transit train down to Sea Side Heights to meet up with my buddy Scott who was down there on vacation with his sister and his two kids. Here's Doug crashed out on the train with his sleepy seatmate.
Later that night, Leigh got caught in the rain and decided to have a little nappity nap on her records while waiting for a cab. (I didn't take this pic. She emailed it to me the next day).
Afterwards, we hit the park where I quickly lapsed into a hamburger-induced slumber. (Yo, check out my "haven't shaved in two days" dirtstache. Suh-weet.)
...and then promptly fell asleep. On the road, I kept calling Scott trying to tell him that we were on our way and to wait for us at Tim's dock, but he'd forgotten his phone and Tim's boat, the "SS Farley," sailed across glorious Lake Hopatcong without us. Boooooo!
...Fatty and his band were staying! Fatty and Scott (the band's road guy) had gotten into town from NYC via van earlier that day and were kind enough to let me crash in their room. Thanks guys!
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