Sundays -
Ya know, right now it's Sunday at 1 PM, and I'm just getting into the swing of things. I wonder how the league will be in a month when we have to schlep there at 2.
Let me say I do not want to change the time to 2. We were forced to by the Parks Department, and if anybody has ever had to deal with a such an agency, you'll believe when I say, I shoulda bribed them. If I had good cash I would have, but it's too late now anyway. We're just gonna have to sweat it out at 2, and trust me, I imagine once we make the adjustment, we will make it great. We'll need tons of water, mini pools, hydro-guns, slip n slides.......wait, slip n sliding into home??? I'll have to pass that one around. Also, we'll do many things afterwards, such as go watch a movie at the Mark, hit a Sunday night baseball game, and spank Lauren (ah, what coulda been, that hottie was my original date for the Dance, and I fucked it up by asking another. I just didn't think she was being serious at first, as I didn't hear from hear from her until 8 days after i asked her...i just didn't know. But she was of the evening's princesses, and she made a point of sticking it to me every five minutes. Sweetly, though, we did find humor, closure and resolution doing a paultry line of blow together.)
Speaking of which....
The Kick Ball was a mighty success for everyone except my cock, and the few precious people that could not attend, one of whom I'll name, Josh Johnson. Joshie's a good pallie and I always want him around to make our neuvo Rack Pack. The goal of every maturing clique is rock it like those Three (yes, Joey Bishop and Peter Lawford kinda don't register at all: to sing, dance, drink, drug, smoke, and charm many a fine lady's panties down. Tell you one thing, I do plan on taking matters more seriously, and girlfriends, I really want and need to go on such a fuck spree, you have no idea. You will get nothing but roses, respect, and breaka-dawn stamina.
Getting back to the Big Dance, let it be a lesson to all you fiances out there, sweating out every detail and every moment leading up to the churchbells: CHILL. We conceived of it on a Sunday night, May 22nd, after kickball, and held the event less than 2 weeks later on Saturday June 5th. The Mark Bar was set up perfectly, we had streamers, balloon-arches, a Harpist, a photographer, great punch with lime sherbet and ginger ale for extra froth (no, there was no E in it), Hipsters dressing with class, good DJing and dancing, and over 5 websites to chronicle it. So many people hooked up and looked hot. I even had friends and family come over forty miles and two Rivers from Jersey. Over a hundred playas came, easily. A good plenty claim it was one the greatest evenings in awhile, and that Kickball has made them happier in general. Ya see, it's not your politicians, it's your Athletic Director that hooks u up. I like the role of Cupid, as long as I get to shoot myself in the ass too.
For all those that found love at the big dance, I say Kudos, and I hope you name your aborted kid after me. Thanks to Everyone at the Mark, including Tommy, Kevin, Hans, Smitty and Bobby, and to BA, for working hard all day and night. Where the fuck does she get her energy from?
Let's get into it - we're gonna have an all-star team, and i am in the process of contacting the D.C. league (god, it's just as pretentious to call yourself the "World League" as when baseball calls its title round the "World Series." The only true World League on Earth is Soccer) to see if we can have the "Battle of Philadelphia." I guess the first weekend in October would be a good idea. They outnumber us 8-1, the question is do they have more talent. I was thinking of sending down 2 squads, an A and B team, play all day, and work it out so that every A team win is worth 2 points, and a B-team win gets one. Whichever league has more points at the end of day owns Philly and their respective town. The losers shan't be caught dead in either city. This would so much fun, and as I'm getting back to taking life more seriously, I am recusing myself from the Selection Committee, and trying out myself. I need to find good, impartial people to pick and run the team. If i don't make it then I'll be a coach no doubt. But to all those looking to qualify: it's gonna be hard. Practices will be tough, and stressful. We have to represent the greatest city in our fair country and we can't go down to Philly and get blown out. No Fucking Way.
Ya know, right now it's Sunday at 1 PM, and I'm just getting into the swing of things. I wonder how the league will be in a month when we have to schlep there at 2.
Let me say I do not want to change the time to 2. We were forced to by the Parks Department, and if anybody has ever had to deal with a such an agency, you'll believe when I say, I shoulda bribed them. If I had good cash I would have, but it's too late now anyway. We're just gonna have to sweat it out at 2, and trust me, I imagine once we make the adjustment, we will make it great. We'll need tons of water, mini pools, hydro-guns, slip n slides.......wait, slip n sliding into home??? I'll have to pass that one around. Also, we'll do many things afterwards, such as go watch a movie at the Mark, hit a Sunday night baseball game, and spank Lauren (ah, what coulda been, that hottie was my original date for the Dance, and I fucked it up by asking another. I just didn't think she was being serious at first, as I didn't hear from hear from her until 8 days after i asked her...i just didn't know. But she was of the evening's princesses, and she made a point of sticking it to me every five minutes. Sweetly, though, we did find humor, closure and resolution doing a paultry line of blow together.)
Speaking of which....
The Kick Ball was a mighty success for everyone except my cock, and the few precious people that could not attend, one of whom I'll name, Josh Johnson. Joshie's a good pallie and I always want him around to make our neuvo Rack Pack. The goal of every maturing clique is rock it like those Three (yes, Joey Bishop and Peter Lawford kinda don't register at all: to sing, dance, drink, drug, smoke, and charm many a fine lady's panties down. Tell you one thing, I do plan on taking matters more seriously, and girlfriends, I really want and need to go on such a fuck spree, you have no idea. You will get nothing but roses, respect, and breaka-dawn stamina.
Getting back to the Big Dance, let it be a lesson to all you fiances out there, sweating out every detail and every moment leading up to the churchbells: CHILL. We conceived of it on a Sunday night, May 22nd, after kickball, and held the event less than 2 weeks later on Saturday June 5th. The Mark Bar was set up perfectly, we had streamers, balloon-arches, a Harpist, a photographer, great punch with lime sherbet and ginger ale for extra froth (no, there was no E in it), Hipsters dressing with class, good DJing and dancing, and over 5 websites to chronicle it. So many people hooked up and looked hot. I even had friends and family come over forty miles and two Rivers from Jersey. Over a hundred playas came, easily. A good plenty claim it was one the greatest evenings in awhile, and that Kickball has made them happier in general. Ya see, it's not your politicians, it's your Athletic Director that hooks u up. I like the role of Cupid, as long as I get to shoot myself in the ass too.
For all those that found love at the big dance, I say Kudos, and I hope you name your aborted kid after me. Thanks to Everyone at the Mark, including Tommy, Kevin, Hans, Smitty and Bobby, and to BA, for working hard all day and night. Where the fuck does she get her energy from?
Let's get into it - we're gonna have an all-star team, and i am in the process of contacting the D.C. league (god, it's just as pretentious to call yourself the "World League" as when baseball calls its title round the "World Series." The only true World League on Earth is Soccer) to see if we can have the "Battle of Philadelphia." I guess the first weekend in October would be a good idea. They outnumber us 8-1, the question is do they have more talent. I was thinking of sending down 2 squads, an A and B team, play all day, and work it out so that every A team win is worth 2 points, and a B-team win gets one. Whichever league has more points at the end of day owns Philly and their respective town. The losers shan't be caught dead in either city. This would so much fun, and as I'm getting back to taking life more seriously, I am recusing myself from the Selection Committee, and trying out myself. I need to find good, impartial people to pick and run the team. If i don't make it then I'll be a coach no doubt. But to all those looking to qualify: it's gonna be hard. Practices will be tough, and stressful. We have to represent the greatest city in our fair country and we can't go down to Philly and get blown out. No Fucking Way.