PInk Cadillacs
So, good news guys.
I just got back from
with Ryder where she, her boy named Joe, and I smoked an ounce and a quarter between us amid sets of laying on the beach and eating sandwiches.
Also, one night, Ryder and I split a bottle of wine.
Good times.
--
In the cathedrals of New York and Rome, there is a feeling that you should just go home and spend a lifetime finding out just what that is.
-J,LC
I think that this video is pretty much the closest thing I can think that I have that helps best to explain what "home" is.
I taught her how to ride her bike too, that's what's up.
--
Speaking of learning how to operate heavy machinery,
Dad rollerbladed for the first time today.
I went to Memorial park with him and his girlfriend and watched him flail his arms, learn how to stand straight, walk straight, and relax his legs so that his ankles wouldn't be hurting him.
I kept insisting that perhaps the skates were on too tightly.
But yeah, he and I are pigeon-toed motherfuckers, it's true.
--
So, I just went downstairs to use the bathroom and Shakespeare was sitting on the couch like a person.
I went and sat next to him and pulled his front paws over my shoulder and he put his face down against my shoulder with his left paw and we huggggged.
I'm going to miss him so fucking much when I go back to school.
It's horrible.
--
I have got a song for you, motherfucker
(you'll get by)
-scl+l
Seems that everywhere we go, someone's trying to harass Christie Ryder.
Which is why I find it so fitting that she tried to devour several beach-goers when we got to the sands of Wildwood, New Jersey.
--
On one particular day of beach fun (let's go with monday), a really stupid little girl was attacked by a band of those annoying black-headed seagulls because she was carrying a fucking bag FILLED with bread.
Then these two albatrosses came and all the little seagulls were like, "shit, they are SO much bigger than us."
Then the albatrosses couldn't figure out how to get the bread OUT of the bag and THEN one of the black-headed seagulls started kissing their ass and chasing their friends away from the big gulls so that he would get some bread in case the albatrosses were feeling generous.
Are those things even called albatrosses? Are those like some kind of tropical seagull or something?
I don't know. Whatever.
Anyway, yeah, then this tinnnnny little boy and girl came toddling over and tried to play with the birds, but the birds, upon seeing a creature about 7 times their side, were quick to peace the area.
In any case, the situation, though chaotic and random, was treated with more professionalism and grace than a similar situation (although at sea, not land) which occured last summer including myself, Ryder, my little sister, and her best friend.
--
On a different occasion, an evening this time instead of an afternoon, Christie and I passed the Pink Cadillac diner.
Later we found a bench that had the same last name as Christie.
That was the same night that we forgot to check what street we had parked on before getting onto the boardwalk and I asked some man at a deli where the Pink Cadillac diner was and twice he said, "Here."
He came really close to hearing me flip a fuck because I had already started with, "Listen, this is really kind of important because if we can't find this place, then we can't find our car" before he finally told us that the diner was two blocks down in the direction that I was convincing Christie that it was.
She was in the process of going the opposite direction while I kept on with me, "errrr, I don't know about this, Ryder, I don't think we really parked that far this way down the boardwalk. I don't remember seeing the boardwalk chapel at all."
And Yes, the boardwalk chapel.
Other boardwalk booths/stores include the fudge kitchen, an aquarium that loops a voice track advertising the ability for the customer to "TOUCH A REAL LIVE SHARK, THAT'S RIGHT, FOLKS", a booth where you can cover Osama Bin Laden with paintballs (some kid in a really dumb costume), and this place:
There's also this store on the boarwalk called gemini.
Never go there to buy t-shirts.
--
James and I are friends these days.
We don't really hang out often, but I drop off sweatshirts and pictures of him when I find them and then I hug Petey.
Last time I went, I got my plain black scarf back!
I'm still on the hunt for my black/white scarf, my charm necklace, and the movie and soundtrack for Snatch.
Ha, okay, so, he's online and he's telling me to come by and get my Snatch movie and soundtrack as well as my nintendo 64 game, "Conker's bad fur day" which I fucking LOVE.
Then I will come home and continue to talk to this kid about the new tan that I aquired at the beach in response to his demands that I get tanner than himself.
this is Jared. He's a friend of mine from Bergenfield that I first met when I was dating Dan Sanacore. In later years he became the good friend of a good friend of mine named Justin and NOW he is like fambly.
and sometimes we play the game, "WTF" together on Justin's deck.
And other times we go to Dylan's house and eat steak together and then throw shrimp at Dylan from the pool.
(Which is a bad idea because Dylan's mom is allergic.)
This is a Dylan.
He had a third of July party (which was sad with Frank being absent and not peeing on his traditional tree) and I brought Sean Foley with me.
He meshed well with the boyz and the portabello mushroomz and the coronaz.
--
Madison's gigantic these days.
(not fat, just growing up, up, up)
She talks alot and calls me Aunt Gianna and tells me to do things AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AUNT GIANNA.
I babysat her one day recently.
I'll show you my secret journal entry from that day:
Niece and I went down to the town pool and played in the pool and small children attacked me and poured lots of water on my head (because whenever they did I would pretend to grow like a flower and they thought that was the greatest shit ever)
Eventually niece wanted to go in the "big pool" and she clutched to my side as I waded through the shallow end and I threw her in the air over and over and she thought that was great and then when adult swim came, I took her to the snack bar and little sister came over with her lifeguardness and her cool whistle and cooed over niece.
Then I bought niece an ice cream with bubblegum eyes because that's what she said that she wanted.
then she ate the eyes off and swallowed the gum and then told me she didn't want it anymore.
I had gotten a reese's (with the 2 cups, not 4) and as I went to throw away her ice cream
(which I didn't want to do because I don't like wasting food, but I just didn't want to eat too much sugar)
she ate one of my cups!
and I was like, dammit man!
and then SHE was like "I WANT CHOCOLATE AUNT GIANNA" and i was like, "no, you didn't eat your ice cream" and she was like, "I WANT CHOCOLATE" and I said, "FINE."
So, she got these like candy-shell covered tiny hershey kisses which were delicious and kind of like m+ms and she liked the green ones best despite my insistence that they all tasted the same and when she finished, she was like, "I WANT A LOLLIPOP" and I was like, "NO MORE CRACK" and took her back to the pool.
Eventually big sister showed up.
We went to the parking lot so I could give her niece's car seat and niece remembered that my car was red and where we parked and then when I was getting ready to leave, she started to cry and said, "I WANNA GO IN AUNT GIANNA'S CAR. I DON'T WANNA GO WITH MOMMY."
Big sister laughed and said, "well, that's too bad."
I hugged niece, kissed big sister, and went home.
--
Last night Dad took me to a restaurant called Gianna's.
It's in Carlstadt and really fucking expensive.
Dad was there to sing karaoke and offered to buy me dinner.
I sat there with Lucy and him and watched the cute waitor who was serving the table next to us out of the corners of my eyes.
The owner of Gianna's is named Paula and is a real sweetheart.
Definitely rolling in the dough, the dishes were gourmet and the service was excellent.
I had a mesculin salad with mushrooms and red bell peppers and a filet mignon.
I looked around my surroundings with interest and noticed how the bar area was prevalent when walking in the door and you have to go through the restaurant to reach the secluded dining area with high booths and wide seats.
"It's kind of set-up like a mob joint, huh dad," I said.
His eyes widened and he began to hush me while looking around at the other diners.
I realized where I was.
Carlstadt, lodi, moonachie.
Not the best places to be calling out the mob.
"I was going to say something to you before we came in, Gianna, you can't say that kind of stuff here," Dad began.
I sniggered and responded that I had been sure to say it when the music was overpowering enough.
Then, at the table next to us, hand to god, this beefy motherfucker is talking and all of a sudden you just hear him say, "and then put a gun to his head."
Dad's eyes widened again as he bit down into a red pepper.
I laughed silently to myself and then shook my face into my steak.
Later on in the car Dad and I concluded that we believed that that guy, based on what we'd observed about his personality and company, was almost definitely connected and would not survive long because he had a weak character and too high of an opinion about himself and his methods.
--
And if you were wondering, I only check my myspace four thousand times a day.
over and out
I just got back from
with Ryder where she, her boy named Joe, and I smoked an ounce and a quarter between us amid sets of laying on the beach and eating sandwiches.
Also, one night, Ryder and I split a bottle of wine.
Good times.
--
In the cathedrals of New York and Rome, there is a feeling that you should just go home and spend a lifetime finding out just what that is.
-J,LC
I think that this video is pretty much the closest thing I can think that I have that helps best to explain what "home" is.
I taught her how to ride her bike too, that's what's up.
--
Speaking of learning how to operate heavy machinery,
Dad rollerbladed for the first time today.
I went to Memorial park with him and his girlfriend and watched him flail his arms, learn how to stand straight, walk straight, and relax his legs so that his ankles wouldn't be hurting him.
I kept insisting that perhaps the skates were on too tightly.
But yeah, he and I are pigeon-toed motherfuckers, it's true.
--
So, I just went downstairs to use the bathroom and Shakespeare was sitting on the couch like a person.
I went and sat next to him and pulled his front paws over my shoulder and he put his face down against my shoulder with his left paw and we huggggged.
I'm going to miss him so fucking much when I go back to school.
It's horrible.
--
I have got a song for you, motherfucker
(you'll get by)
-scl+l
Seems that everywhere we go, someone's trying to harass Christie Ryder.
Which is why I find it so fitting that she tried to devour several beach-goers when we got to the sands of Wildwood, New Jersey.
--
On one particular day of beach fun (let's go with monday), a really stupid little girl was attacked by a band of those annoying black-headed seagulls because she was carrying a fucking bag FILLED with bread.
Then these two albatrosses came and all the little seagulls were like, "shit, they are SO much bigger than us."
Then the albatrosses couldn't figure out how to get the bread OUT of the bag and THEN one of the black-headed seagulls started kissing their ass and chasing their friends away from the big gulls so that he would get some bread in case the albatrosses were feeling generous.
Are those things even called albatrosses? Are those like some kind of tropical seagull or something?
I don't know. Whatever.
Anyway, yeah, then this tinnnnny little boy and girl came toddling over and tried to play with the birds, but the birds, upon seeing a creature about 7 times their side, were quick to peace the area.
In any case, the situation, though chaotic and random, was treated with more professionalism and grace than a similar situation (although at sea, not land) which occured last summer including myself, Ryder, my little sister, and her best friend.
--
On a different occasion, an evening this time instead of an afternoon, Christie and I passed the Pink Cadillac diner.
Later we found a bench that had the same last name as Christie.
That was the same night that we forgot to check what street we had parked on before getting onto the boardwalk and I asked some man at a deli where the Pink Cadillac diner was and twice he said, "Here."
He came really close to hearing me flip a fuck because I had already started with, "Listen, this is really kind of important because if we can't find this place, then we can't find our car" before he finally told us that the diner was two blocks down in the direction that I was convincing Christie that it was.
She was in the process of going the opposite direction while I kept on with me, "errrr, I don't know about this, Ryder, I don't think we really parked that far this way down the boardwalk. I don't remember seeing the boardwalk chapel at all."
And Yes, the boardwalk chapel.
Other boardwalk booths/stores include the fudge kitchen, an aquarium that loops a voice track advertising the ability for the customer to "TOUCH A REAL LIVE SHARK, THAT'S RIGHT, FOLKS", a booth where you can cover Osama Bin Laden with paintballs (some kid in a really dumb costume), and this place:
There's also this store on the boarwalk called gemini.
Never go there to buy t-shirts.
--
James and I are friends these days.
We don't really hang out often, but I drop off sweatshirts and pictures of him when I find them and then I hug Petey.
Last time I went, I got my plain black scarf back!
I'm still on the hunt for my black/white scarf, my charm necklace, and the movie and soundtrack for Snatch.
Ha, okay, so, he's online and he's telling me to come by and get my Snatch movie and soundtrack as well as my nintendo 64 game, "Conker's bad fur day" which I fucking LOVE.
Then I will come home and continue to talk to this kid about the new tan that I aquired at the beach in response to his demands that I get tanner than himself.
this is Jared. He's a friend of mine from Bergenfield that I first met when I was dating Dan Sanacore. In later years he became the good friend of a good friend of mine named Justin and NOW he is like fambly.
and sometimes we play the game, "WTF" together on Justin's deck.
And other times we go to Dylan's house and eat steak together and then throw shrimp at Dylan from the pool.
(Which is a bad idea because Dylan's mom is allergic.)
This is a Dylan.
He had a third of July party (which was sad with Frank being absent and not peeing on his traditional tree) and I brought Sean Foley with me.
He meshed well with the boyz and the portabello mushroomz and the coronaz.
--
Madison's gigantic these days.
(not fat, just growing up, up, up)
She talks alot and calls me Aunt Gianna and tells me to do things AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AUNT GIANNA.
I babysat her one day recently.
I'll show you my secret journal entry from that day:
Niece and I went down to the town pool and played in the pool and small children attacked me and poured lots of water on my head (because whenever they did I would pretend to grow like a flower and they thought that was the greatest shit ever)
Eventually niece wanted to go in the "big pool" and she clutched to my side as I waded through the shallow end and I threw her in the air over and over and she thought that was great and then when adult swim came, I took her to the snack bar and little sister came over with her lifeguardness and her cool whistle and cooed over niece.
Then I bought niece an ice cream with bubblegum eyes because that's what she said that she wanted.
then she ate the eyes off and swallowed the gum and then told me she didn't want it anymore.
I had gotten a reese's (with the 2 cups, not 4) and as I went to throw away her ice cream
(which I didn't want to do because I don't like wasting food, but I just didn't want to eat too much sugar)
she ate one of my cups!
and I was like, dammit man!
and then SHE was like "I WANT CHOCOLATE AUNT GIANNA" and i was like, "no, you didn't eat your ice cream" and she was like, "I WANT CHOCOLATE" and I said, "FINE."
So, she got these like candy-shell covered tiny hershey kisses which were delicious and kind of like m+ms and she liked the green ones best despite my insistence that they all tasted the same and when she finished, she was like, "I WANT A LOLLIPOP" and I was like, "NO MORE CRACK" and took her back to the pool.
Eventually big sister showed up.
We went to the parking lot so I could give her niece's car seat and niece remembered that my car was red and where we parked and then when I was getting ready to leave, she started to cry and said, "I WANNA GO IN AUNT GIANNA'S CAR. I DON'T WANNA GO WITH MOMMY."
Big sister laughed and said, "well, that's too bad."
I hugged niece, kissed big sister, and went home.
--
Last night Dad took me to a restaurant called Gianna's.
It's in Carlstadt and really fucking expensive.
Dad was there to sing karaoke and offered to buy me dinner.
I sat there with Lucy and him and watched the cute waitor who was serving the table next to us out of the corners of my eyes.
The owner of Gianna's is named Paula and is a real sweetheart.
Definitely rolling in the dough, the dishes were gourmet and the service was excellent.
I had a mesculin salad with mushrooms and red bell peppers and a filet mignon.
I looked around my surroundings with interest and noticed how the bar area was prevalent when walking in the door and you have to go through the restaurant to reach the secluded dining area with high booths and wide seats.
"It's kind of set-up like a mob joint, huh dad," I said.
His eyes widened and he began to hush me while looking around at the other diners.
I realized where I was.
Carlstadt, lodi, moonachie.
Not the best places to be calling out the mob.
"I was going to say something to you before we came in, Gianna, you can't say that kind of stuff here," Dad began.
I sniggered and responded that I had been sure to say it when the music was overpowering enough.
Then, at the table next to us, hand to god, this beefy motherfucker is talking and all of a sudden you just hear him say, "and then put a gun to his head."
Dad's eyes widened again as he bit down into a red pepper.
I laughed silently to myself and then shook my face into my steak.
Later on in the car Dad and I concluded that we believed that that guy, based on what we'd observed about his personality and company, was almost definitely connected and would not survive long because he had a weak character and too high of an opinion about himself and his methods.
--
And if you were wondering, I only check my myspace four thousand times a day.
over and out