Whew.......
Ouch, my brain.
The holidays are turning out to be quite pleasant....I got some much needed Ducati therapy and rode down to the shore with Stiles and Tiffanylynn, to stay at the Stiles' beach house , where we were met by Wyatt and his friend Suzanne , who rode the Guzzi from Connecticut. Ate dinner at the cheap and huge portion Mexican joint...mmmmm. bisteca encebollado.... went to the Seaside Heights boardwalk..played lotsa video games,air hockey, and skee-ball...drank a few beers at the Sawmill for old times sake, lost 2 bucks at BB machine guns, but came to the conclusion w/Wyatt that the best strategy is to just hose the damn thing and hope for the rebound effect....agh, Seaside is still the same...gross ghetto people at the beach, and the cops who arrest them with alarming frequency, putting a dent in their Bling!..ha ha ha . Contemplated a Von Pimp shirt and then said nahhh.
Rode back to Philly with the group and then proceeded to go up on the roof and start to light off the massive amount of fireworks we had purchased previously afew days ago..for the annual "Blow up North Philly " project.
Me:.... d00d, we need to get bombs.
Stiles: ...cool , I know just the place, I'll be by in a few...
Lady at cash register : Thank you that will be 400 dollars.
Mortars, rockets , fountains, bombs, and a really kick ass string of 16,000 firecrackers (gotta get atleast 4 of those things next time)..
Combine with tequila,beers, a little bit of weed, cigarettes..and complete and utter disregard for personal safety..
FIRE IN THE HOLE!
Good Times.
Then when we were all deaf and smelling of cordite,
we lit the grill and cooked up some lobsters , and clams, and a beautiful 2.5 pound Pompano, air freighted in the night before from Florida.
Yum.
next I am going to wake up the crashed posse on the couches , and we are going to have coffee, and start the damn grill again to get the baby back ribs and the mussells going for breakfast..and then get on the bikes and blast up to the Delaware Water Gap for a nice fast ride...
I need a shower and my feet smell, cause I slept with my boots on, when Tiff put me to bed.
Ouch, my brain.
The holidays are turning out to be quite pleasant....I got some much needed Ducati therapy and rode down to the shore with Stiles and Tiffanylynn, to stay at the Stiles' beach house , where we were met by Wyatt and his friend Suzanne , who rode the Guzzi from Connecticut. Ate dinner at the cheap and huge portion Mexican joint...mmmmm. bisteca encebollado.... went to the Seaside Heights boardwalk..played lotsa video games,air hockey, and skee-ball...drank a few beers at the Sawmill for old times sake, lost 2 bucks at BB machine guns, but came to the conclusion w/Wyatt that the best strategy is to just hose the damn thing and hope for the rebound effect....agh, Seaside is still the same...gross ghetto people at the beach, and the cops who arrest them with alarming frequency, putting a dent in their Bling!..ha ha ha . Contemplated a Von Pimp shirt and then said nahhh.
Rode back to Philly with the group and then proceeded to go up on the roof and start to light off the massive amount of fireworks we had purchased previously afew days ago..for the annual "Blow up North Philly " project.
Me:.... d00d, we need to get bombs.
Stiles: ...cool , I know just the place, I'll be by in a few...
Lady at cash register : Thank you that will be 400 dollars.
Mortars, rockets , fountains, bombs, and a really kick ass string of 16,000 firecrackers (gotta get atleast 4 of those things next time)..
Combine with tequila,beers, a little bit of weed, cigarettes..and complete and utter disregard for personal safety..
FIRE IN THE HOLE!
Good Times.
Then when we were all deaf and smelling of cordite,
we lit the grill and cooked up some lobsters , and clams, and a beautiful 2.5 pound Pompano, air freighted in the night before from Florida.
Yum.
next I am going to wake up the crashed posse on the couches , and we are going to have coffee, and start the damn grill again to get the baby back ribs and the mussells going for breakfast..and then get on the bikes and blast up to the Delaware Water Gap for a nice fast ride...
I need a shower and my feet smell, cause I slept with my boots on, when Tiff put me to bed.
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later,
jimmyjoe