Tuesday's gone with the wind...
Last week was interesting to say the least. Apparently New Jersey has a monsoon season now and we are in the middle of it. It was uncharacteristically hot the beginning of last week (Thanks SUVs!) and we headed into thunderstorms at the end of the week. I'm pretty sure we've doubled the record amount of rainfall for June. As a precaution I've started lining up animals 2 by 2, just in case the big guy calls. I'm not really sure why he would call me seeing as he hasn't let me win the lottery or struck down the guy who took Airwolf off the air, actually he hasn't answered any of my prayers, but the lord works in mysterious ways so its good to be prepared. I'm not sure what my landlord is going to say when he sees the ring tailed lemurs I hijacked, but the Lord will provide. If I don't get to build an ark, maybe he can throw me a bone and set up that Parker Posey, Lisa Loeb three way I've been asking for before he washes all us sinners away.
Tuesday, I skipped out on an in office poker game. I'm not sure where gambling lies in the company handbook, but I'm not going to rat anyone out. I should have stayed, something tells me that it would have been easy money. Apparently my co-workers have been cyber stalking me, but as of yet have been unable to find my myspace profile. I'm safe for now, but I may have to move my literary exploits over to a safer haven. Anyway, what I left work for was the Blues Traveler show at the Stone Pony, in beautiful Asbury Park, NJ. Thankfully I had crash space in Point Pleasant so I had a reprieve from the long commute. I realize that this is yet another band that was popular in the 90s. I think this confirms that I'm getting old, maybe I should go to the Warp tour and hang out with the emo kids and pop punkers just so I keep in touch with America's youth. Though the minute I see some dipshit with a faux hawk and a popped collar over his Dashboard Confessional shirt, I'll probably go on a rampage and throw him through a stand full of overpriced hoodies.
I booked out of work to meet Art, Kevin, and Sean at the house in Point Pleasant. Its only a 20 minute drive, and apparently 20 minutes was all it took for me to realize what an idiot I am for driving an hour each way to work. We had a few beers and played the sport of kings. If you don't know, wiffle ball is America's true national pastime. I put on a display of power not seen since BALCO stopped home delivery to the Bonds residence. My pitching wasn't as good the slider wasn't biting, but it didn't really matter. Babe Ruth was smiling on us as we drank and ate while swinging the bat. The humidity did start to get to us, so we walked down to Jenkinson's to eat and grab a cab. For a Tuesday the boardwalk was pretty busy, especially for early in the summer. I got a slice of chicken wing pizza, the two great tastes that go great together. We sat an people watched for a bit, wondering what egg most of the people walking around were hatched from. There was a pretty good collection of mouth breathers and aspiring juvenile delinquents. The general consensus was that if any of us ever had daughters, they aren't leaving the house, and that there is a reason people shouldn't live near the shore year round. We called a cab and escaped the South Jersey Morlocks for Asbury Park.
Asbury was once a great resort town, which is highly ironic considering that the climate is pretty much the same now as it was back in the day. The cab veered through the remnants of seaside amusements, that is now peppered with redevelopment. The Stone Pony is a historic venue, I think mostly for its health code violations. Actually there is a big Springsteen connection. Springsteen is like Bigfoot in south jersey, everyone has a sighting story, they all are roughly similar, you see something you vaguely recognize and then it disappears or does something ordinary but seems magical. Not that I would mind meeting the Boss, its just the reverence of the situation that seems funny to me. We bought tickets at the door and headed for the outside bar, since apparently they were importing hot air from Africa as a special treat that night. The outside bar was mobbed, and we got special warm beers, apparently the Pony was borrowing the Quizno's playbook everything was toasty. The band came on and opened with "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". I've seen Blues Traveler before, and I remember being impressed the last time too. They are really good musicians and as "Jammy" as they are, their songs have good structure. Granted I get a little lost in the lyrical content, but generally that is every band's weak point. John Popper wasn't looking Behind the Music thin, but he wasn't back to Samoan big either. I think he is pretty underrated as a vocalist goes, because he just hammered out the hits all night inside of a club that was starting to resemble an Easy Bake oven. We had to stop having beers at one point during the show because we remembered that you need some water in your body to live. Eventually we found a spot with some ventilation.
We escaped the Pony before the end of the encore to call our cab. While recovering from our John McCain concert experience, we waited outside the Vietnamese Tiger Box that is the Stone Pony and watched 2 cars get pulled over for going the wrong way. Easy money for the APPD, when drunk kids unfamiliar with the area are cruising to a concert in daddy's beemer. Eventually our cabbie showed up and gave us a dissertation on local fishing and oil based paints on the way back to Point Pleasant. Once home we realized that late night food wasn't readily available, so Art and I went looking for 7-11. After traversing north and backtracking eventually we hit the mother lode. Microwavable sandwiches and Combos are a godsend. Throw in a healthy dose of Gatorade and some beef jerky and you are looking at a pleasant morning. Not that we were going to be hung over, we stopped drinking, it was just the fact that we had all lost 15 lbs in sweat and water soluble minerals.
Tuesday night I was concerned that a bear or maybe a narwhal had encroached into the other bedroom of the house. Turns out that Art has a snoring problem, I was actually concerned that his sleep apnea might actually stop my heart and those in a surrounding 5km area. Thankfully tragedy was averted when I stuffed a sock in his mouth and threw him into the basement. I might actually want to go check on him. In the morning I erased all the benefit of staying close to work by getting slightly lost, I was mostly on time though, besides I do my best work between the hours of 11:45 and 11:55 anyway.
I have more to update later so stay tuned.
Tuesday, I skipped out on an in office poker game. I'm not sure where gambling lies in the company handbook, but I'm not going to rat anyone out. I should have stayed, something tells me that it would have been easy money. Apparently my co-workers have been cyber stalking me, but as of yet have been unable to find my myspace profile. I'm safe for now, but I may have to move my literary exploits over to a safer haven. Anyway, what I left work for was the Blues Traveler show at the Stone Pony, in beautiful Asbury Park, NJ. Thankfully I had crash space in Point Pleasant so I had a reprieve from the long commute. I realize that this is yet another band that was popular in the 90s. I think this confirms that I'm getting old, maybe I should go to the Warp tour and hang out with the emo kids and pop punkers just so I keep in touch with America's youth. Though the minute I see some dipshit with a faux hawk and a popped collar over his Dashboard Confessional shirt, I'll probably go on a rampage and throw him through a stand full of overpriced hoodies.
I booked out of work to meet Art, Kevin, and Sean at the house in Point Pleasant. Its only a 20 minute drive, and apparently 20 minutes was all it took for me to realize what an idiot I am for driving an hour each way to work. We had a few beers and played the sport of kings. If you don't know, wiffle ball is America's true national pastime. I put on a display of power not seen since BALCO stopped home delivery to the Bonds residence. My pitching wasn't as good the slider wasn't biting, but it didn't really matter. Babe Ruth was smiling on us as we drank and ate while swinging the bat. The humidity did start to get to us, so we walked down to Jenkinson's to eat and grab a cab. For a Tuesday the boardwalk was pretty busy, especially for early in the summer. I got a slice of chicken wing pizza, the two great tastes that go great together. We sat an people watched for a bit, wondering what egg most of the people walking around were hatched from. There was a pretty good collection of mouth breathers and aspiring juvenile delinquents. The general consensus was that if any of us ever had daughters, they aren't leaving the house, and that there is a reason people shouldn't live near the shore year round. We called a cab and escaped the South Jersey Morlocks for Asbury Park.
Asbury was once a great resort town, which is highly ironic considering that the climate is pretty much the same now as it was back in the day. The cab veered through the remnants of seaside amusements, that is now peppered with redevelopment. The Stone Pony is a historic venue, I think mostly for its health code violations. Actually there is a big Springsteen connection. Springsteen is like Bigfoot in south jersey, everyone has a sighting story, they all are roughly similar, you see something you vaguely recognize and then it disappears or does something ordinary but seems magical. Not that I would mind meeting the Boss, its just the reverence of the situation that seems funny to me. We bought tickets at the door and headed for the outside bar, since apparently they were importing hot air from Africa as a special treat that night. The outside bar was mobbed, and we got special warm beers, apparently the Pony was borrowing the Quizno's playbook everything was toasty. The band came on and opened with "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". I've seen Blues Traveler before, and I remember being impressed the last time too. They are really good musicians and as "Jammy" as they are, their songs have good structure. Granted I get a little lost in the lyrical content, but generally that is every band's weak point. John Popper wasn't looking Behind the Music thin, but he wasn't back to Samoan big either. I think he is pretty underrated as a vocalist goes, because he just hammered out the hits all night inside of a club that was starting to resemble an Easy Bake oven. We had to stop having beers at one point during the show because we remembered that you need some water in your body to live. Eventually we found a spot with some ventilation.
We escaped the Pony before the end of the encore to call our cab. While recovering from our John McCain concert experience, we waited outside the Vietnamese Tiger Box that is the Stone Pony and watched 2 cars get pulled over for going the wrong way. Easy money for the APPD, when drunk kids unfamiliar with the area are cruising to a concert in daddy's beemer. Eventually our cabbie showed up and gave us a dissertation on local fishing and oil based paints on the way back to Point Pleasant. Once home we realized that late night food wasn't readily available, so Art and I went looking for 7-11. After traversing north and backtracking eventually we hit the mother lode. Microwavable sandwiches and Combos are a godsend. Throw in a healthy dose of Gatorade and some beef jerky and you are looking at a pleasant morning. Not that we were going to be hung over, we stopped drinking, it was just the fact that we had all lost 15 lbs in sweat and water soluble minerals.
Tuesday night I was concerned that a bear or maybe a narwhal had encroached into the other bedroom of the house. Turns out that Art has a snoring problem, I was actually concerned that his sleep apnea might actually stop my heart and those in a surrounding 5km area. Thankfully tragedy was averted when I stuffed a sock in his mouth and threw him into the basement. I might actually want to go check on him. In the morning I erased all the benefit of staying close to work by getting slightly lost, I was mostly on time though, besides I do my best work between the hours of 11:45 and 11:55 anyway.
I have more to update later so stay tuned.
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