ten minutes before noon, when we're supposed to check out, we finally get up to get
our stuff packed. we may not be adults who have all other aspects of our life
sorted out, but we are well-versed in the ways of quick-packing and
light-footed gypsy travel. the room is empty in minutes and the volvo is
loaded up. john cracks a second beer and packs a little marijuana
pipe while sitting in the front passenger seat with the door open.
an older local couple of mainers strolls past looking at us with poker-faced curiosity. i wonder if she can smell john's mary jane and wonder if what she thinks of it if she can. she catches me watching her and i give her a big genuine smile. she has won me over with her new england poker face. she sees my smile is genuine and smiles back. i see her husband notice my smile peripherally but he doesn't turn his eyes or head to investigate further. not out of unfriendliness, more of a no-nonsense hurry to get to the motel office to get some kind of thing squared away.
Not only is Grant the kind of friend that drives to the airport at midnight to pick you up, unfurl a flag and feed you Canadian donuts, he also stocks the car with exoctic local delicacies like ketchup-flavored potato chips!
The Volvo was on fire so severely that it managed to burn the back and front of the two cars parked nearest before the fire department got it under control.
When I awoke the next morning, all the water had receded, but the neighborhood was a mess. The apartment was without heat, electricity and cell-phone service! That afternoon, I biked over to to Chelsea on the west-side to find a cell signal. I managed to get in touch with Meredith...
2001's Sashimi Tabernacle Choir! "Sporting over two hundred and fifty computer controlled lobsters, bass, trout, catfish and sharks, the Choir performs a repertoire ranging from pop tunes to classical opera."
Check out the interior! They totally did it up right.
PS - I love how Back to the Future came out so long ago that they used the alternative pronounciation of the work gigawatt - you know, the one that has a hard "j" and sounds like "jigga-watt" (which is, incidentally, the unit of measure for power at Jay-Z's house) because computers weren't really around then and what few ones were around had only like 16k of memory. (Giga means 109).
Since either pronounciation is correct, it's surprising to me that the one popularized in BTTF didn't catch on. WTF?
My dad picked me up at the train station and we went to the Ledgewood Mall to pick some things up. When we got to the mall, there was some sort of car show going on!
Faisal's car was totally over the top. It had all sorts of features I didn't even know you could get in cars. Like behind the fold-down armrest in the backseat was this little door...
...and were picked up by Fatty's little brother, Andy. (aka - "Little Fatty"). And what is the reason for this Tuesday night pilgrimage to the fine, south shore of Long Island?
After the movie, I went over to MisShapes and ended up staying crazy late. Afterwards, I was walking with Jackson to get into someone's car to catch a ride to the afterparty, and we noticed that one of the cars parked on the street was rocking. Upon closer examination, it was revealed that the rocking was being caused by two people fucking in the backseat! I crept up to the car and busted out my camera with the intent to take a sneaky photo of them, but I forgot to turn my flash off and when I took this photo, we all had to run like hell because my flash totally alerted the fuckees in the car to the fact that I had just snapped this pic of them fucking! Whoopsie!
On Thursday night I went to some party with Nina. We left and when we were walking up the Bowery, we saw the hands-down most ridiculous "club flyers" that were left on all the car windshields.
...on an undertaker's car parked outside of a funeral home! How fucking awesome is that? Hey, if you gotta deal with dead people all day, you might as well have a sense of humor about it, right?
On Tuesday night I took the train out to NJ to hang out with my parents and spend some time with my Aunt Barb (my mom's sister) and my Uncle Tom (my dad's college roommate!) who were in town visiting from New Mexico. On Wednesday we piled into the car and took a trip to...
