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WEEN was fucking brilliant. We got a hotel room right on Hampton for the night and spent the following day baking our bodies in the sand. Patricia and I are both getting scarily tanned this year. It's kind of twilight-zonish. Perhaps we should also dye our hairs blonde and get fake nails and tribal tattoos. Actually, that's a horrific idea. Nevermind...
Saturday night I went with Ryan, Samantha, Kanga, and Mikey to the FREE Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons concert at the Hatchshell. Wasted some hours drinking fresh pressed lemonade and watching the sun set on the esplanade as gondolas with accordian players drifted by. What are we, in fuckin' Venice? It was pretty sweet, actually. Followed it up by hitting the Shangri-la for won-tons and suffering bastards, then work at eleven. Apparantly just after we left the esplanade some jogger chick got molested there by a crackhead. Oh, creepy city.
Spent yesterday in Portsmouth with my parents. Ate Mexican food and walked around taking pictures of Strawberry Banke. We're going to Niagara Falls in a few weeks and I'm quite excited. I haven't been there in the summer in nearly a decade. It's always thanksgiving or Christmas when the world looks barren and bleak. Considering I spent ever single summer of my life in the Falls up until age thirteen, it should be nice to again see the city in that light. Nostalgia is my drug of choice.
In other news I think I have a mutant cyst in my elbow.
Think I'm gonna go lie up on my roof now and turn Puerto Rican.
Saturday night I went with Ryan, Samantha, Kanga, and Mikey to the FREE Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons concert at the Hatchshell. Wasted some hours drinking fresh pressed lemonade and watching the sun set on the esplanade as gondolas with accordian players drifted by. What are we, in fuckin' Venice? It was pretty sweet, actually. Followed it up by hitting the Shangri-la for won-tons and suffering bastards, then work at eleven. Apparantly just after we left the esplanade some jogger chick got molested there by a crackhead. Oh, creepy city.
Spent yesterday in Portsmouth with my parents. Ate Mexican food and walked around taking pictures of Strawberry Banke. We're going to Niagara Falls in a few weeks and I'm quite excited. I haven't been there in the summer in nearly a decade. It's always thanksgiving or Christmas when the world looks barren and bleak. Considering I spent ever single summer of my life in the Falls up until age thirteen, it should be nice to again see the city in that light. Nostalgia is my drug of choice.
In other news I think I have a mutant cyst in my elbow.
Think I'm gonna go lie up on my roof now and turn Puerto Rican.