I'm afraid I'm not here to write about scooters. I have something even more exciting than scooters to talk about. No, not super shammies.... EVEN better.
I had a good week/end. And is there anything that makes you feel better about your life than knowing my life is good? I thought not.
It all started at Sharx. (Not a gay bar, unfortunately.)
Duh... nuh... duh... nuh... dun nuh dun nuh. I brought my clever pop culture references down to Rhode Island for a night to celebrate the 27th of one of Earth's truly fine fellas: my bestie Justin.
The birthday boy.
Not the birthday boy.
It was a truly fine time. I drank some girly drinks, reminisced with my oldest friends about all the dumb stuff we used to do and ate boneless buffalo wings at an unreasonable hour. Success!But Rhode Island wasn't done with me yet. Not by a long shot.
(I thought this blog needed a little cliffhanger drama.)
The next day Jeff and I headed back to the Ocean State for a BBQ at my uncle's beautiful Scituate home.
Jeff gets SUPER excited when I take him out.
Jeff played about four hours of "bag toss"...
... while I took emo pics of myself lying in the grass. (I call this one "Morning Mist.")
We were also there to celebrate my gorgeous cousin Katie's birthday. (She's the blonde, in case you have trouble deciphering obvious pictures.)
How CUTE is my cousins' baby McKenna? Don't you want to DIE, just LITERALLY DIE when you see this picture? No? Still alive? It's cool, you don't have a soul.
Family time done, Jeff and I were off to NYC in the morning....
We got there around 1 p.m. and headed over the Virgil's for BBQ off a recommendation from my buddy Tim.
I'm not much of a BBQ fan, but this was very good. Jeff loved his sandwich. You still with me?That night we were headed out to see Conan's live show at Radio City Music Hall.
BUT FIRST!
See these two blurry figures? That's Jessica (at this here hyperlink you can find her highly entertaining blog -- and yes, she's that stunning in person) and her band dude a.k.a husband, Jesse. They were friends of a friend who became real friends because who wouldn't want to be friends with me?
Don't answer that.
Conan's show was awesome. Totally worth the trip, from the opening act to the end. You know what's fun? Laughing. And I did. A lot. WIN.
Over the past few weeks my coworkers have spent an unreasonable amount of time talking about ballpark food. Seriously, take the amount of time you could comfortably talk about what food you enjoy/don't enjoy eating at a ballpark, double it, multiply it by pi and add four hours and that's how long we talked about it. So here's my sausage and peppers guys.
Zach and Jeff. Missing is the third piece of the triangle, good friend Steve Sears, who was the best man at my wedding and the frosting in this oreo. Zach managed to call him, though, to keep him part of the group, greeting him over the phone, "Hey, stupid."
See these two blurry figures? That's Jessica (at this here hyperlink you can find her highly entertaining blog -- and yes, she's that stunning in person) and her band dude a.k.a husband, Jesse. They were friends of a friend who became real friends because who wouldn't want to be friends with me?Don't answer that.
Anyways, they've become a staple on NYC trips whether they want to be or not. They met us out at a brewery near Radio City and we talked all things hip. There was an extended conversation on horror movies that I didn't contribute to much (Me: "Derrrrr, I don't like scary movies.") These two actually submitted themselves to the Human Centipede.
And then they submitted themselves to some photos of us, which might be equally disturbing. (I'm on the forefront of self-depricating humor.)
These pictures are a good example of how much cooler Jessica is than I am.
Here's a photo she took of us on my iPhone camera.
And one with hers.
Mine.
Hers.
Sent away in shame because of my inferior cellphone picture technology (jkjkjk) we were off to Conan!
And I did. Oh, I did.
Conan's show was awesome. Totally worth the trip, from the opening act to the end. You know what's fun? Laughing. And I did. A lot. WIN. The next morning, we were off to Hoboken, N.J. While Jeff conducted a phone interview, I took some more pictures of myself.
I am so into me.
One of these days I'll get it right.
View of NYC from Hoboken.
Cannoli pit stop.
We met up with Zach, one of Jeff's groomsmen and best friends who gave us the 10 cent tour of Hoboken and subjected us to a series of thought provoking questions that made me question my entire existence for about a good 17 minutes.
Then Zach, Jeff and I headed to....
Over the past few weeks my coworkers have spent an unreasonable amount of time talking about ballpark food. Seriously, take the amount of time you could comfortably talk about what food you enjoy/don't enjoy eating at a ballpark, double it, multiply it by pi and add four hours and that's how long we talked about it. So here's my sausage and peppers guys. 
Crazy eyes, killa!
Zach and Jeff. Missing is the third piece of the triangle, good friend Steve Sears, who was the best man at my wedding and the frosting in this oreo. Zach managed to call him, though, to keep him part of the group, greeting him over the phone, "Hey, stupid."It was a beautiful night for a ballgame, and these two spoke while I daydreamed about if I could jump from my seat and manage to grab onto the foul pole. (Spoiler: I decided against it.)
All in all, it was a good week/end. (And other generic endings to posts.)
For those that read to the end, what would you like to see me write about, anything? Nothing? Leave me a comment if you read.
For those that read to the end, what would you like to see me write about, anything? Nothing? Leave me a comment if you read.
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2 comments:
HAHAHAHA This post made me laugh so hard throughout. Jesse and I always have fun with you and Jeff! We are stoked to be NYtrip staples!!
For your next trick, I think you should write about Disney's attempted takeover of the world, or your thoughts on the new Iphone. Or the price of cheese. Or Imperialism, everyone likes blog topics on imperialism.
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