Fireworks go BOOM!!
Happy 4th of July everyone!! Well, I guess I'm an hour or so too late, so yeah...pretend like I said it earlier or something. This morning, I dropped Scott off at the airport for his asscrack-of-dawn flight. Well, the flight wasn't too too early, but that whole arrive at the airport early thing makes for 4:45 am wake up calls. Yeaaah ..... he rented a hotel room in Buffalo last night so we wouldn't have to wake up super duper early to drive him there and so I could get some sleep before I headed home. It was nice :) When he woke up from his post-work nap we decided to try and find a bar to chill out at for a bit. We drove around for what seems like forever, finding nothing. Then we found this place that looked like it might be a bar and I snuck in for a kiss, cause I'm sneaky like that and spied the Buffalo Brew Pub. Home of the coolest growlers I've ever seen. Look , aren't they neat?? Yes, they're all artsy fartsy and stuff, they can turn all of their pictures 45 degrees to the left using Photoshop, or is that 315 degrees to the right, hmmmmmmmmm. Anyhoo....so yeah we went there, had a few beverages and then went back to the hotel for a few hours of sleep. It was a good time.
I'm going to cut the rest of this, cause it's gonna be a long play by play of my day ....
Went I got back to Rochester, I went out to lunch at Sinbad's with Jeff and Amy. We all got the same thing, Vegetarian Combo Platter, cause we're uber cool like that. It came with baba ganoush, hummus, falafel, dolmades, tabouleh and many many pitas. Their falafel, dolmades and tabouleh salad were to die for!! Their baba and hummus ... meh. Not such a huge fan. Aladdin's is WAY better for that. I <3 Greek food, it's so yummy.
While we were at lunch, Jeff invited me to crash Matt's family BBQ thing-a-ma-bob with them. They were invited. I was not. But as Matt said, I was invited in the sense that I'm a friend and if I showed up they wouldn't kick me out. Um thanks...I think :) I also brought the gimp, a.k.a. Nate with me. And we brought mucho beer. So it was all good.
Got there, grilled some food, waited out the rainstorm inside, came back out and debated going in the pool. Jeff, Nate and Matt decided to play a round of boobsketball while we were chillen on the deck. If you've never played this game, it involves trying to throw beer caps down the cleavage of the girl with the biggest boobs. Yeah, that was me. They didn't make any shots...I blocked them all. That's what they get for playing boobsketball using my boobies without my permission :p Hung out some more and did a little swimming. My bathing suit top is very much not dive safe. You think I would learn after the first time, but I didn't. I'm the slow kid. At least I got it all fixed under water so I wasn't giving any free shows. We played with the doggies some and then decided it was time to head out. So off to Wegman's to get food, more beer and other various sundries for dinner.
Went back to Matt and Amy's place....started grilling a bit. Buffalo Amy decided to go get her cd from her stalker ex-boyfriend that lives down the street from Matt. We could see his porch from Matt's porch, so figured all was well. He was a jackass and tricked her into coming in. After 10 or 15 minutes, we decided to go and rescue her. So I walked down the block, knocked on the door, and made up some lame excuse about leaving and why we needed to get Amy back. We got her back a few minutes later and there was much rejoicing. More drinkage by people, berry eating (strawberry cool whip tastes like strawberry yoo hoo!!!), drunken phone calls to Scott (well, *I* was sober) where Amy was poking my boobs and telling Scott how nice they were and general merrymaking before the fireworks.
Headed over to Jeff's place where we dropped off the Loki-pup, filled our water jug things with Boones (cause all the cool kids drink Boones!!) and flasks with some JD and off to the fireworks. All of us. In Amy's car. Did I mention that there were 6 of us?? Amy has a Saturn. Saturn's are little. We got there, piled out of the car, and the people on the porch in front of where we parked were just "HOLY CRAP, HOW DID YOU FIT ALL THOSE PEOPLE IN THAT CAR??" to which Jeff responded "We're part time clowns". Hmm, it was much funnier when it happened, I swear.
Walked up the 5 flights of stairs in the Highland Hospital parking garage. I became Gimpy McGimperson and had to walk without my shoes because my foot blew up. Watched the fireworks, drank our Boones and JD, and went oooh...ahhhh....ooooh at the appropriate times. Rochester fireworks are lame. Although, it is kind of cool how you can see the different town's fireworks going off around you at the same time. It does have that going for it.
Headed back to Jeff's, decided we needed air conditioning and decided to go to Gitsis. Matt was a pansy ass and decided to go home. Actually, Bernie named him Sally McLightweight-Pants. Yes....it's hyphenated. Awwwww, forget it. You probably had to be there. Bernie and Amy proceeded to talk about bands that no one had ever heard of. Pat and I spent this time making up weird string-a-bunch-of-nouns-together band names and decided that the two best were Lime Buckets (mine) and Macaroni Nuisance (his). We've totally got to get tickets before they sell out. YEAH!!!!
Pat and I also got the opportunity to eavesdrop on the most mind-numbingly inane conversation EVAR!!!! These frat boys / beer ho's from UR talking about how their life was so tragic because some girl got drunk at a frat party and was peeing behind bushes and people saw her, how California is like Israel because it's like....hot...but has those tropical breezes and the best conversation of all:
Girl 1: Staten Island is totally the worst NY borough.
Girl 2: Yeah....except for New Jersey.
Yes...she actually said that. I just about peed my pants laughing. But hey...if peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis. Ya know....I'm just sayin...
I'm going to cut the rest of this, cause it's gonna be a long play by play of my day ....
Went I got back to Rochester, I went out to lunch at Sinbad's with Jeff and Amy. We all got the same thing, Vegetarian Combo Platter, cause we're uber cool like that. It came with baba ganoush, hummus, falafel, dolmades, tabouleh and many many pitas. Their falafel, dolmades and tabouleh salad were to die for!! Their baba and hummus ... meh. Not such a huge fan. Aladdin's is WAY better for that. I <3 Greek food, it's so yummy.
While we were at lunch, Jeff invited me to crash Matt's family BBQ thing-a-ma-bob with them. They were invited. I was not. But as Matt said, I was invited in the sense that I'm a friend and if I showed up they wouldn't kick me out. Um thanks...I think :) I also brought the gimp, a.k.a. Nate with me. And we brought mucho beer. So it was all good.
Got there, grilled some food, waited out the rainstorm inside, came back out and debated going in the pool. Jeff, Nate and Matt decided to play a round of boobsketball while we were chillen on the deck. If you've never played this game, it involves trying to throw beer caps down the cleavage of the girl with the biggest boobs. Yeah, that was me. They didn't make any shots...I blocked them all. That's what they get for playing boobsketball using my boobies without my permission :p Hung out some more and did a little swimming. My bathing suit top is very much not dive safe. You think I would learn after the first time, but I didn't. I'm the slow kid. At least I got it all fixed under water so I wasn't giving any free shows. We played with the doggies some and then decided it was time to head out. So off to Wegman's to get food, more beer and other various sundries for dinner.
Went back to Matt and Amy's place....started grilling a bit. Buffalo Amy decided to go get her cd from her stalker ex-boyfriend that lives down the street from Matt. We could see his porch from Matt's porch, so figured all was well. He was a jackass and tricked her into coming in. After 10 or 15 minutes, we decided to go and rescue her. So I walked down the block, knocked on the door, and made up some lame excuse about leaving and why we needed to get Amy back. We got her back a few minutes later and there was much rejoicing. More drinkage by people, berry eating (strawberry cool whip tastes like strawberry yoo hoo!!!), drunken phone calls to Scott (well, *I* was sober) where Amy was poking my boobs and telling Scott how nice they were and general merrymaking before the fireworks.
Headed over to Jeff's place where we dropped off the Loki-pup, filled our water jug things with Boones (cause all the cool kids drink Boones!!) and flasks with some JD and off to the fireworks. All of us. In Amy's car. Did I mention that there were 6 of us?? Amy has a Saturn. Saturn's are little. We got there, piled out of the car, and the people on the porch in front of where we parked were just "HOLY CRAP, HOW DID YOU FIT ALL THOSE PEOPLE IN THAT CAR??" to which Jeff responded "We're part time clowns". Hmm, it was much funnier when it happened, I swear.
Walked up the 5 flights of stairs in the Highland Hospital parking garage. I became Gimpy McGimperson and had to walk without my shoes because my foot blew up. Watched the fireworks, drank our Boones and JD, and went oooh...ahhhh....ooooh at the appropriate times. Rochester fireworks are lame. Although, it is kind of cool how you can see the different town's fireworks going off around you at the same time. It does have that going for it.
Headed back to Jeff's, decided we needed air conditioning and decided to go to Gitsis. Matt was a pansy ass and decided to go home. Actually, Bernie named him Sally McLightweight-Pants. Yes....it's hyphenated. Awwwww, forget it. You probably had to be there. Bernie and Amy proceeded to talk about bands that no one had ever heard of. Pat and I spent this time making up weird string-a-bunch-of-nouns-together band names and decided that the two best were Lime Buckets (mine) and Macaroni Nuisance (his). We've totally got to get tickets before they sell out. YEAH!!!!
Pat and I also got the opportunity to eavesdrop on the most mind-numbingly inane conversation EVAR!!!! These frat boys / beer ho's from UR talking about how their life was so tragic because some girl got drunk at a frat party and was peeing behind bushes and people saw her, how California is like Israel because it's like....hot...but has those tropical breezes and the best conversation of all:
Girl 1: Staten Island is totally the worst NY borough.
Girl 2: Yeah....except for New Jersey.
Yes...she actually said that. I just about peed my pants laughing. But hey...if peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis. Ya know....I'm just sayin...