Summer is Near, More Beer Please

Sorry for the Delay, Have been working and hanging and doing all of those things that a person does when they do in fact have a life. Life gets in the way of blogging but the blog does have to get done (like so many things).

So let's get down to business. Day 1, Friday, June 11, DJ Bill Bennett (B squared tour), free shirt, Cool crowd at, Splash, and it was a good time had by all. Finis.

Just kidding. I prepared as usual with plenty of rest, much hydration and a plan to shake it where the boys are. So I went to the club and had a few. The cover was $12 but I didn't pay attention to such things (VIP at large) and wandered in.
Mr. DJ was throwing down some classics to start off the eve and even my bartender was noting that he wanted to hear something more recent. I knew however that it was just a warmup for the kickoff and I was definitely right as Bill kicked it up a notch at 12:59 and proceeded to take us down a nice musical journey that touched on multiple high notes and cool bass tones to keep the boys happy till late in the night. We left around 3 but not before much Pizza Place Drama, hanging out on the curb, street sickness and getting home in a rush. What we call a regular Friday Night. Kudos to the guy with the lights. The put upon pizza place guy, Pais for getting us to and fro and Rickey for remembering the low points. Thank God we live to see another day and wake up on a bright and sunny Saturday

Get up, wash up and rush out for the boys in NJ as we head out to Bloomfield to play softball. The Boys of BASL where ready to throw some balls and me and Rickey had to be there to cheer them on. Nothing like open spaces and athletic bodies to get the juices flowing and the good times rolling. We got there early afternoon and only had to stay for 1 seven inning game (not two) as the second team forfeited. The freaky bike riders were in effect making indecent proposals and the porta potty even saw some use as hydrated people had to shed some water at the facilities. The first game was close (but no cigar) and with the non-existent second game we were able to make it back to the city with time to spare. Dined at Dallas BBQ (honey bbq and ribs) and then rushed home to freshen up. Our plans for the eve included DJ Remixing, Cleaning Up, and Resting Up as we planned to enjoy the sunset on the rooftop. After the arrival of our friends Phil, Kevin, Ernie, George and Steve we enjoyed the view, smoked a few and watched the mysterious building with the letter E (even took pictures). Of course our boy Ernesto noted that it must be in his honor and we readied ourselves to go see the parade. We met Q on the ave as we picked up some slices to munch and then watched the episode that was... The Brooklyn Pride Parade. From the Borough President in a lit up car and the karate lesbians putting on a full-motion demonstration we enjoyed nighttime cool and enjoyed the scene. Of course it was over too soon (short parade) but we were glad that we showed up and represented and saw the crowd. After pickup up our obligatory questionnaire and safety packs (those handy handouts) we went back home and readied to shift the space over to Kevin and Phils. Half the crowd rode the in the Town Car and half rode in the Pais express (9 people, to small a vehicle). Arrived at Phil and Kevins spacious abode and danced to some Retro Metro Mixes (courtesy of yours truly) while sampling the Coronas and lounging in the softspace of the living area. Much picture taking, drink spilling, gossip spreading, question asking and a cool time had by all later we readied ourselves to step out and enjoy the scene on the Isle of Manhat. Pais decided to bail and so me and Steve had to catch a ride with the car service into the city.

Feral pitbulls, shady video stores, ride price discussions, and a bumpy ride into the city later we arrived at the place to be, Club Roxy in the club district of the downtown west side. After arriving I realized my folly of not visiting the ATM ahead of time and proceeded to have my drama phone moment of phone-a-friend. Pais came through in the clutch however and showed up late but always on time. DJ of the night was James Anderson and he kicked the party up with a never predictable groove that had all of the boys hopping. We definitely enjoyed our time with friends and mad shout outs to bartender Barker for keeping it real and making sure we stayed well hydrated. After that, another restful Sunday, refilling the fuel tank (eating), visiting friends (Cherie) and giving out belated gifts. Nothing like a trip to the depths of "Six Feet Under" and the finale of "Deadwood"

Another weekend lived through. More good times ahead. Stay tuned.