what a weekend that was! I took work off from Wednseday, and spent Wed-Friday working hard labor around my dacha. Sat-Mon we spent mostly at the beach and then hanging out with Charlie and Homio. Erika got burnt pretty bad, now she peels her skin off and I do my Goldmember impressions 'oh dats a keeper...oh yeah...somebody stop me...'
The Smallwood fireworks sucked again. No surprises there. And of course I still didn't contribute to the fund to raise money for next year's show. We did catch the White Lake fire works, and had a great spot. Those were a fantastic show. We were close to where they were launched from, and were essentially right under them. The crowed there must have been 99% Russian. At least on the coast of the Lake that we were on.
We left Monday around 8:30. I made great time on the 17 and the Palisades. Untill I hit the FDR. I had a bad feeling when I did get on, 'why are there so few cars getting on...usually there are many more...' And halfway down it was all good, untill it just stopped. And right before it literally stopped, I saw people going for an exit, and my mom advised me not to get off. And listen to me now and hear me later Billy, don't always listen to your mother's advice. That cost me like 40 minutes at least. Cars were moving slow on Queens Blvd. too. And I had to take a giant piss too. Once I droped Erika off, I ran upstairs to her bathroom and pissed for what felt like 5 minutes. But the fun only started after that.
Turns out Stephen and Co. weren't shooting off from the Brooklyn Prominad (very stupid idea, by the way) but from Juniper park. When I found this out I rushed over there. I went around the park in the wrong direction and saved myself a world of trouble. When I pull around Stephen and Brooklyn Dave are talking to the Police. The thing is, as I passed them, I saw them walking away, so I thought they were being let go, so I started calling their cells. Kept not picking up. As I circled around a block I got them in my sights. They were still standing in front of the cops. So I called Anat to see if she was with my dumb asses, er, ah, friends...they were. They were right across the street from them, sitting on the curb smoking. Right behind Stephen's car, out of sight. I circled around that block and met up with them. And then Big Joe shows up. I think I might have been over excited to see him since I remember running over to hug him...er, uh, you know, manly style...anyway, funny how I gave a real half ass hug to Anat and none at all to Ronit. Stephen and Dave only got tickets for $25 so they got off good. We have been laughing about it since. Its crazy how there were much more people shooting much bigger fire works in the middle of the park at the time. They got caught because they were doing it right next to the street...not smart at all. Also not too far behind an ambulance that was on duty. Joe got off with out anything because he showed a little more street savyness. Dumb ass cracka's. So yeah, afterwards I drove the girls and Dave to a diner in Astoria. My Greek Omlet sucked. Should have gone with the Belgian Waffles. Dave was giving our waiter a hard time, and Ronit was talking about economics and politics with him. A water main burst and the road was closed. In the AM hours FDR and Grand Central PKWY were still congested with traffic. Driving Dave home, we confronted Anat about her crappy hair. Bad Anat, BAD! And how she messed up his hair.
Well the 1st weekend in July was full of adventure and crazyness. Trust me, I am telling you the bare bones. I am looking forward to the 2nd weekend. So far Anat is considering going, and Brookyn Dave is considering to go if Anat goes.
