Aug 01, 2004 13:46
the people who stayed at pat's emerged from their comas around 8 to be at the beaches by 9. it's a good thing the lifeguards don't actually save people at smithtown beaches, or everyone would've died yesterday.
we spent the day recalling hilarious stories from the night before, and i honestly think it was the longest day ever spent at the beach. i was so excited to get home and just crash for the night.
however, when i got home, ron informed me that the fantasy football draft for the beach monkees was going to be held at 8 at tristan's house. i showered, ate some rocky road ice cream for dinner (healthy), and went over. as usual, the boys made me laugh so much, and it wasn't as painful as last year's draft with the emo kids.
during the draft kristen called from boston while dispatch was playing the general for the last time ever. thank you kristen <3
after 18 rounds of choosing players mike long nor i have ever heard of, i came home to eat a real dinner. johnny "the giacomo" cirillo (bizarre-o daryl palumbo!!) called, and i went to his friend's house to hang out. we talked for a while and it was lovely.
around 1 he went to pick up his brother and i came home... and i had planned on sleeping the whole night haha.