  I'm beginning to realize that posting every single day may not be possible.  In fact it's downright impossible sometimes.  I'm just far to distracted,  tired,  hungry,  etc.
 So that's that.  I'll ask my regular readers to forgive me.  Moving on.  This past week was fairly interesting.  Sasquatch's visit was nothing short of awesome.  We wandered arounf the city taking in the sights,
 lunching,  sipping at beer,  and lounging in the apartment playing video games and generally reliving the good ol' " Squatch 'n' Dexter"  days.  The last night of this two day odyssey,
 we went to a jam session at the apartment of a mutual friend of Sean and myself a few blocks away.  There we found a table laden with goodies and a bucket full of beer.  People- wise,  there were a number of eager musicians including 2 bass players,  a drummer,
 a DJ,  2 vocalists,  a guitarist,  and a keyboard player.  We jammed the night away.  I haven't had that much fun in a jam session in quite a long time.
 The next morning,  it was time for Sasquatch to leave and,  after a few days of contemplation,  I decided to join him.  Down in CT,  my friends were throwing the 2nd annual Bastille Day Party.
 This is,  of course,  where things went wrong.  I showed up with Scotty ( recently freed from camp)  to find several old friends,
 good food,  decent beer,  and bucket –  a concoction with a rich history [ read:  sinister Jack Daniel’
s based masterpiece]  Partying ensued.  Drunkenness followed.  I injured my spine.  Here’ s what happened.
 At some point near or after midnight,  Eric Bell and I decided that it would be a good idea to start wrestling.  This madness,  peppered with drunken laughter and embraces,  went on for far too long.  At one point,
 the lady of the house broke out the garden hose and sprayed us down.  I got a decent portion of it straight up my nose.  Wonderful.  When the dust [ mud]  settled,
 Eric and I were pathetic,  mud covered,  grass stained,  good time party boy bastards and the rest of the Bastille Day bunch were peeved to say the least.  So be it.  Our fun was done.
 At 3 AM,  Scotty drove a drunk and bruised me back to his place where I promptly fell asleep on his carpet.  I woke up without pants [  and Scotty loaned me some dry clothes.  Sasquatch and Dobbs picked me up and ferried me back to Tolland.  [
whew!  I spent the next few days as a sore puppy on the couch.  During these days,  I was trounced several times in some fairly gruesome chess matches by my good friend Ed.  It was awful.  And then,
 one day,  this happened:  Yahoo!  Chess Game White:  Drew Black:  Ed Irony:
 [ pathetic]  Date:  Thursday July 15 2004 1.  e2- e4 e7-
e5 2.  f2- f3 d7- d5 3.  d2- d3 d5xe4 4.
 f3xe4 g8- f6 5.  g1- f3 c8- g4 6.  b1-
d2 b8- c6 7.  d2- c4 g4xf3 8.  g2xf3 f8- c5 9.
 c1- e3 c5xe3 10.  c4xe3 c6- d4 11.  f1- e2 d8-
d7 12.  d1- d2 o- o- o 13.  d2-
b4 c8- b8 14.  c2- c3 d4- c6 15.  b4-
b3 f6- h5 16.  e3- d5 f7- f5 17.  d3-
d4 e5xd4 18.  e2- a6 b7- b6 19.  d5xb6 a7xb6 20.  c3-
c4 f5xe4 21.  c4- c5 e4xf3 22.  o- o- o f3-
f2 23.  c5xb6 c7xb6 24.  b3xb6+  b8- a8 25.  h1-
f1 d8- b8 26.  b6- c5 h5- f6 27.  c5-
a3 f6- e4 28.  a6- b5+  a8- b7 29.
 a3- a6+  b7- c7 30.  d1xd4 d7xd4 31.  a6xc6+
 c7- d8 32.  f1- d1 e4- d2 33.  d1xd2 f2-
f1+  34.  b5xf1 b8- c8 35.  d2xd4+  d8-
e7 36.  d4- e4+  e7- f7 37.  f1-
c4+  f7- f8 38.  c6- d6+  In other words,
 I kicked ass.  This is possible the best game I’ ve ever played.  And now?  –  I’
m off to Maryland.  I was hired by a company called " BestEnglishSpanish"  to redo their website –  it is an out and out nightmare.  Phone and internet conversation were useless as far as resolving the problem goes and my boss invited me down to Maryland to meet with him and work all this out in person.
 Who knows?  –  This may be the start of something good.  One thing is for sure…  I made good on my promise of a summer to remember.  After Maryland it’
s back to CT for a Frankpiping good time [ 3 day retreat]  followed by several days of performances.  I’ ll update when I can –  life sure isn’
t making it easy.  Until next I blog.
