You like me? You please me? Huh?
I HAVE BEEN SINGING THIS SONG ALL DAY, DAMN YOU CASEY.
Anyway...the beach was fun, except if you weren't on the beach there was nothing to do. Rachel Nicole and I went hotel-hopping, but that didn't last long because every other place was as crappy as ours. But its not the place but the people that make the vacation, and the people were crazy. Forgetting to tell me they were making alabama slammer shots at one in the morning on the beach...those little bitches. When it rained Nicole blasted Kanye West and pissed everyone off. Then we all went in the pool in the pouring rain. Extended family kicks ass, since my real one never gets together.
Poconos was good too, but its my freakin backyard. All the hicks are scary up there. Liz came late b/c she came in from austria, where the drinking age is 16, the day before. All her crazy stories (marzapan anal pig sex [?] and crossdressing johnny) make me want to go Europe again, now that I can see. We all just hung around the lodge, because after going there for 15 years you already did everything. Mark and I almost won the dancing thing. This year was probably the farthest we've ever gotten without cheating. And I didn't fall in the waterfall this time. Go me. : D It's funny, when I was younger, time went slower. Dante and I waited for eons to finally get to Skytop, and it felt like another planet when we got there - dark oak paneling, winding stone corridors and gardens, those cool little after-dinner mints, that distinct smell (I still don't know what it is)- it was like fairies should be popping out of the flowers. It lost that. They commercialized so much that it dosent feel the same. I dunno. Rebecca is starting at Indiana U in a few weeks, and Mark is going back to RIT and Craig to Kean. Colleen and Liz are seniors. I'm a junior. Maybe its because we all grew up. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to get older; all of us could be ten, eleven, and twelve forever. Those were the days where the onlt things that mattered were beating the police game and annoying the hell out of that poor guy in the tea room. Some things just don't work out that way.
And today...was racetrack day. Our family mafia is really big into betting on horses. Dante and my dad get all excited about it and it takes them 20 minutes just to come up with a betting strategy. But we all know the secret to betting on a horse is how pretty it looks. Or if it has a cool name. It works. I won big this one time on some horse named 'Holy Connection.' He was the longshot, but he won. He did it for Jesus.
Fin. Or as the manu chao guy would say - adios amigos, me gustas tu.