  wednesday already? guess i'm right smack dab in the middle of reminiscing about last weekend, and looking forward to the next. did you know that it's nearly impossible to combine old friends and new? or take a bunch of people that you love individually, but when you put them together you realize you like some of them more than others... this was last weekend. the cast: me, wundie, emell... then you add in franco (from san diego), emell's finace wendell, the hottest boy on earth (yes, the same bocce playing god from memorial day)and his girlfriend, and my parents. this is the sort of mishmash of people you can put together with a cooler full of beer at the picnic table in matunuck.
emell was pretty much well into the boozing before she arrived (though i didn't know this at first). she never brings beer. this annoys me. especially since i tend to purchase only enough for myself, and some extra for people that just drop by... you know, so i can offer a beer and a quick visit. anyway... she never brings beer. and the girl can finish off a 12 pack with ease.
which she did. except it wasn't so easy. because at about 9:30 pm, she fell off her lawn chair in couldn't get up. and wouldn't get up. and proceeded to attempt to crawl to the ladies room. what's most funny about this, is that she is also referred to on occasion by wunderlich and myself as "bologna-tits".
what this means, is that her breasts are so enormous they look like big slabs of bologna. so... with her ass crack hanging out of her jeans, and her bologna tits dragging on the lawn, she crept ever so slowly in the direction of the ladies room. yes, my mom was still there. yes, my mom is throwing a bridal shower for this girl in a few months. yes, my mom had had more than one southern comfort manhattan. but mom was less than impressed with the display.
do you want to know the worst of it though? bocce boy says to jen and myself, "pretty funny though... that was you guys a couple of weeks ago". ouch. we still think he's beautiful, with his tan skin and big white teeth. his hair has gotten thinner, but is still shaggy and lovely. even though his girlfriend is really nice, and i like her a lot, she is still sort of a cheesebag.
what do i expect though? they're in their thirties. some other random tidbitties of information: we went to joyces and heard some good live irish crooning. we stopped in at the mist (out of habit, and because it's litterally 10 giant steps away from joyces). it was indeed the annual smoke free event. lots of people were smoking anyway.
ha. (sidenote: i quit smoking on monday... just for fun. actually more out of support for a co-worker who has smoked for 18 years and needed a little reinforcement. we'll see how this goes). the girl... amber. the "voice" of the mist.
we successfully avoided her. until we were leaving and she sideswiped us. we ingnored her as she apperared to walk us to the car. and look at this... just as i recount last weekends exploits... an email from jen arrives: "I hope you can come up on Friday so we can drink our faces off...Or at least end the night feeling embarrassed or ashamed in some way. " watch out providence... we're headed north to start the weekend this time. 
