Well, Well, Well what a day. The weather was excellent on Long Island. It was truly a great day to be outside, and we took every advantage of that. We had Birthday Barbecue for my sister Moe (who obviously can milk a birthday; 5 days later, Oh Please!) and a intimate dinner for 2 on Fire Island (No one else would join us, Sob Sob).
After a morning of trying to get my back spasms under control, we head off fo Moe's 30th Birthday Bash (She was quite happy I fudged with our ages). Along the way James cursed out the Anti-Healthcare reform psychotic nuts on the side of the road (Hey, I was being nice), while I checked to see if Mom and Dad were there. Boy those people can dodge a car well; I was only testing to see if their current healthcare was satisfactory. We arrived for the noon party at 1 p.m. and are so shocked to see we are the 2nd to arrive (It wasn't the fact that no one was here yet, they never are; it was that my sister Eileen, her hubby, and Sean and Liam were there 1st). Everyone else slowly shuffled in, while I finally gave in and took the Vicodin. When the spasms finally do subside, everyone else is in the pool. Everyone is really having a great time until the Pool Nazi, My sister Lizzie, starts telling the kids that the splashing is getting people in the pool wet (people with logic, Please check it at the door!). Also the water toys should be put away when people are in the pool (Are they just decorative?). Well after several other orders, everyone complies because it is her pool, OH THAT'S RIGHT IT'S NOT! The Last Stand Band is also there, and my nephew Clayton was inquiring if there were any reviews for their band (so feel free to post nice things on Thursday's comments, THANKS!). Moe then broke into her impression of the wasp whisperer, which got better with each wasp to which she whispered (if whispered means crushed). Obviously my whole family must have heard about the blog because they were all on their very best behavior (which makes for a boring blog). The cakes then came out. Yes, Yes, I said cakes. There was also brownies (made with Lizzie's own hands, and my mother's own brownie mix). We then make our gracious exit having had a very relaxing time (besides me worrying about how I can make this interesting for the blog, Of Course).
Robert, my brother, and BethAnn offer to check on the Sparkster, "the Beast of the Belt Parkway", so we head directly out to Sayville for the Fire Island ferries. It seems we have our own fleet. We are really early, so we get on the ferry to the Pines quick, of course, to have the last person on the boat sit right in front of us. Well, all I can say, He must have missed several ferries while sitting at the bar (If you get my drift). He must have tried to hide the scent by dousing himself in Chanel no 69 (trust me, the mouth on the french whore tells me I got the right chanel), so I slip over a row to get fresh air. Jimmy soon follows. Between his mouth and the smell, the drunk's lucky he wasn't going to Cherry Grove; The Lesbians would have thrown him overboard! We exit the ferry last to wait for the air to clear from puddle boy, to be greeted by every make of drag queen. It was like Dorothy's entrance to Oz, just more falsies and horse hair. We pass up on cocktails (Yes, you heard me right, there were so many of them we went drinkless, Awful Isn't It!). We then walked along the shore from the Pines to Cherry Grove enjoying the most exquisite day of the year. It was really great: a cool breeze, a firey sunset, lapping waves, obese nude people. Okay not so perfect! The best was watching 2 nudies trying to feed a deer. Now I'm all for nature, but I don't want to be the one checking them for deer ticks, between their rolls of fat and other places I'd rather not think of. Don't forget to think of the poor deer; Who does he go to for therapy? (he's going to need lots and lots), Who pays? Can he sue for mental anguish? Sorry got carried away,; Where was I? We finally get to the Grove and sit for a Rum Runner at the Ocean Breeze before we dine on the outer deck at "Top of the Bay", sounds more intimate then it really is. Jimmy had the pasta, which was okay, while I had the duck, which was to die for. The service is excellent, with a great view of the sunset, and just great atmosphere makes for a wonderful night. It gets 3 1/2 red boas!. After dinner we took a last walk on the beach and caught the 9:50 ferry. We thought we'd stop for a cocktail on the way home, but "Mustang" John wasn't answering, and "The Grand Bucca" Bill didn't know what his boyfriend "Insatiable" (Long story I'll explain in an upcoming blog, prob Sept. 26th, his birthday) wanted to do. Oh really?! then why did Bill ask for something to do tonight on Facebook just earlier; He wears the shade of jealousy on him like Cha Cha LaBucca, and it ain't pretty or slimming! It all worked out for the best, since by the time we got home, Jimmy was wiped and I, of course, had a responsibility to you, my readers.
I came across these "Failblog.org" videos on youtube and found them to be for the most part Funny with a capital F. The cop video's are great, but my favorite is this one Honking Fail.
Hope you enjoyed and Tata for now.
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