It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. I blame this entirely upon my lack of running. I’ve been very disheartened with the sport lately. After I pinched my nerve I just never got back in the swing of things. Oh well. But as I’m about to move out of my house into a new (Asian) world I figure I should write an update.
Where to start, where to start…? Hmmm, ah first thing’s first, my last post was the day before I saw Mumford and Sons. If you haven’t heard them yet then that means we haven’t gotten drunk together since last December. That’s a shame because they are phenomenal. I went to the show with a posse of beautiful women following me. As we walked in a storm was a brewin’ and our tickets were destroyed the second they left our pockets. Yet the babes at the gates let us in and then I had a brilliant idea, “I will lie my way into the pit and tell them that I had a pit ticket.” When I walked down to the pit Marie and I only had a small effort convincing them that we had pit tickets, so they sent us back to the gates to get VIP tickets. Next thing I knew it Iwas drinking 108 oz. of beer and screaming my lungs off twenty feet away from Mumford.
The next exciting thing I did this summer was go to the beautiful wedding. of James and Maria Fulmer. There was dancing and entirely too much Scotch and a lot of catching up with people I haven’t seen since graduation. There might have also been a sailing trip the next day, though I’m weary to dub it as such – we made it about three hundred yards due to thunder storms. However the Flemings (three of them, in fact), their significant others, Dan Connelly, Micah and I had a splendid time swimming. Next on the docket was another sailing trip led by Captain Robbo a few weeks later. Also a splendid time and sadly the last time I’ll go sailing for quite awhile I fear.
Probably the most fun I’ve had this summer (outside of my many music ventures) was the beach trip I made with my bff, E Flem, and some crazy ass dude named David from her CTY camp. I’ve been to the beach every year of my life and would like to keep that tradition going. We made it over to Rehoboth. I immediately went to Grotto’s Pizza (my favorite pizza place, ever) ordered a slice, a shot of Scotch and a beer. This happened about three more times later in the day. Otherwise we enjoyed the sand, played in the water and worked on our tans (or in my case the severe sun burnt I had gotten from seven hours of croquet on the national mall the day before – I won all my games). We also went to Dogfish Head and had a delicious lunch and I consumed more alcohol. When the day was over we stopped at E Flem’s camp for some ultimate frisbee and a little bit of soccer. I was relived to find that I’m still half decent at outdoor soccer and decided I will never play indoor again. Finally on the way home Rachel and I had a ridiculous sing along.
Since then I have seen A Perfect Circle not once, but twice. The first time I saw them was in NYC where I also met the hottest babe I could have ever been with but upon meeting her friends decided I was too drunk to deal with it then got lost in NYC. But more importantly the show was phenomenal. I went to the first show sober (drank a lot of Scotch there though). The set list they played wasn’t quite what I had hoped for though so after spending the next day hanging out with my daughter, Tabitha, and an old friend, Hannah Custis, I came back to DC to see them again with Shawn Witherow and Natalie Stuart. This time they played everything I had wanted. on top of that I was delicious not sober and more importantly I got us the best fucking seats ever, seriously I could have hopped on stage if I wanted to.
And the last event of the summer was Nate and Rowenna Oesch’s wedding last weekend. It was as much fun as the first one. After the wedding Micah, Dalton, Robbie and I were given way too many free bottles of wine. Somehow we managed to make it into the BBC where we decided to consume them so that we wouldn’t spend that much money at Harry Brown’s (epic failure for me, by the by). However, we didn’t have an opener so Dalton assured us you could open them with a shoe (he failed). At Harry Brown’s I ended up buying every Green Wave present (included the aforementioned plus John Dusenbury and Gil Shank) a round of car bombs. Then Micah and I did car bombs because I wanted to prove I could do one faster than him. I cannot. My bill became quite large as I ordered several other shots while Dalton kept ordering water for me. Best croquet partner ever. My night ended by jumping off the bridge over College Park several times in honor of one Bob Stieber. No one else would join me unfortunately.
So. That’s been my summer. It was Hella rad. What has also been rad is this mixed CD project I’ve been doing. All the CDs are phenomenal and I’ve been introduced to some sweet new music. I’m terribly excited for the ones I have yet to get. My favorites from each person’s CD are as follows:
Jurassic 5 (Clint)mr
Citizen Cope (Rachel)
Zac Brown Band (Johnnie)
Shearwater (Sam Porter)
No lyrics to end this post, I just posted a million music videos.