Third Installment Of Rooftop BBQ! Did you miss the last two Rooftop BBQ’s that Jeff and Simon hosted? If so, they are giving you a chance to pull your foot out of your ass just in time for Labor Day. This Sunday, September 5th, the boys will be at it again. Culkins and hotdog throwing have been suspended, but I can’t make any promises. Come early and get shitty while the day changes to night and casual acquaintances turn into make out sessions. So you know, Jeff has assured me that once again there will be two kegs so bring your friends. We have drinking to do.
Corona + Lime = My Bitch.
Yesterday was awesome for a number of reasons, but mostly because I got done with another wretched day in the office, (actually it wasn’t bad until 4pm, then the boat got rocked) Builder was at the house ready to hang out. After a quick session I packed another bag of cloths and headed to Hawkin’s errrr… ummmm… my apartment to hang out with the Zangrilli’s before meeting with some kids. Being one of the girls is so fun. We sunbathed (sort of), had a pillow fight and talked about boys we want to make out with, (all of this is true except for the last part. I swear I’m straight).
Sean Bones made his way into 172 which is the new 186. He brought some Coronas with him which was so choice. We tried to formulate a plan of action to get his band out of the NYC and into other major outlets in the North East. Jin stopped by to impart her wisdom on the do’s and don’ts of touring. In case you forgot, she just got done taking Dirty on Purpose on a mini-tour through the same targeted areas. Mr. Champion also stopped in to get in on the round table, but the evening seemed to spiral into drinking and various other activities. Around 9pm we were out of beers and decided to call it a day.
It was well past dinner time so I decided to introduce Jin to one of my favorite restaurants ever, Cafecito. You’ve heard me talk about this Ave C Cuban joint before, but last night it was even better. My steak was tip-top and quite affordable. Jin humored me while I stuffed my face and made ridiculous discussion.
Sleep was the only option after dinner so I returned to 172 and had a couple beers on the terrace, (best activity ever) before crashing out.
Beat The Buzz. Get The Fuzz.
If you are the forgetful type, (god damn, it was only yesterday) than here is a reminder that The Head Set is playing this evening at Arlene’s Grocery. Their website claims they are hitting at 11pm so be there on time. I’m pretty excited to catch up with tHS because it’s been awhile since I’ve seen them live. Noah and I are planning to check it out so if you want to jump on the J(ay) train than give me a ring, (Paul, please spare me any “I’ve ridden the J train comments).
Gmail Accounts.
This is just an FYI that I still have some Gmail accounts to dish out so drop me an email and I’ll hook you up. If not, its time to start signing up names I can sell on Ebay. Is turntable@gmail.com gone yet? If not; Whit, it’s all yours. Also note that Whitney is making his last NYC appearance before heading out West. This presents some serious incentive for me moving to Portland. If I only had some balls. Anyway, Whitney will be up here next weekend and he is currently scheduling make out appointments. I’ll pencil you in.
Corona + Lime = My Bitch.
Yesterday was awesome for a number of reasons, but mostly because I got done with another wretched day in the office, (actually it wasn’t bad until 4pm, then the boat got rocked) Builder was at the house ready to hang out. After a quick session I packed another bag of cloths and headed to Hawkin’s errrr… ummmm… my apartment to hang out with the Zangrilli’s before meeting with some kids. Being one of the girls is so fun. We sunbathed (sort of), had a pillow fight and talked about boys we want to make out with, (all of this is true except for the last part. I swear I’m straight).
Sean Bones made his way into 172 which is the new 186. He brought some Coronas with him which was so choice. We tried to formulate a plan of action to get his band out of the NYC and into other major outlets in the North East. Jin stopped by to impart her wisdom on the do’s and don’ts of touring. In case you forgot, she just got done taking Dirty on Purpose on a mini-tour through the same targeted areas. Mr. Champion also stopped in to get in on the round table, but the evening seemed to spiral into drinking and various other activities. Around 9pm we were out of beers and decided to call it a day.
It was well past dinner time so I decided to introduce Jin to one of my favorite restaurants ever, Cafecito. You’ve heard me talk about this Ave C Cuban joint before, but last night it was even better. My steak was tip-top and quite affordable. Jin humored me while I stuffed my face and made ridiculous discussion.
Sleep was the only option after dinner so I returned to 172 and had a couple beers on the terrace, (best activity ever) before crashing out.
Beat The Buzz. Get The Fuzz.
If you are the forgetful type, (god damn, it was only yesterday) than here is a reminder that The Head Set is playing this evening at Arlene’s Grocery. Their website claims they are hitting at 11pm so be there on time. I’m pretty excited to catch up with tHS because it’s been awhile since I’ve seen them live. Noah and I are planning to check it out so if you want to jump on the J(ay) train than give me a ring, (Paul, please spare me any “I’ve ridden the J train comments).
Gmail Accounts.
This is just an FYI that I still have some Gmail accounts to dish out so drop me an email and I’ll hook you up. If not, its time to start signing up names I can sell on Ebay. Is turntable@gmail.com gone yet? If not; Whit, it’s all yours. Also note that Whitney is making his last NYC appearance before heading out West. This presents some serious incentive for me moving to Portland. If I only had some balls. Anyway, Whitney will be up here next weekend and he is currently scheduling make out appointments. I’ll pencil you in.
10 Comments:
mmm, roof top bbq. careful you don't get drunk and fall off. my buddy did that and broke just about every bone in his body. seriously, it was completely fucked up.
scat wrote the above.
When I rode the J(ay) Train, it was so warm and wet, I felt like I was BACK in HAWAII. That is to say, I got lost trying to follow the Map of HAWAII I drew on his BACK.
now that's just nasty. scat
are random people who don't know anyone, including you, invited to the BBQ?
absolutely. all are welcomed, just bring some food to cook and 5 bucks for beer. its a really good time so bring a crew. come up and introduce. they are a friendly bunch. should prove to be an amazing time. i'll be the kid guarding the bbq.
Probably not going to be so amazing.
I heard Jeff is hung like a scallop, and that this party is raising money to turn his mousedick into a moosedick.
it will be amazing. trust me. and fuck off anyway. all of you.
holy shit! what's up with all these assholes fronting about this party? it sounds like a good time to me. and who the fuck are all these ponses anyway? one bit of advice though: DON'T FALL OFF THE ROOF. shit like that can really fuck up a good buzz. scat turdly
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