Epic is a strong word but bear with me.
During summer, there are always the big weekends that you come almost naturally – Memorial Day weekend, 4th of July weekend (depending on when the actual holiday falls), Labor Day weekend, Weddings, Bachelor Parties, etc. But then there’s those unexpected gems that periodically pop up during the summer, often going against the agenda laid out and containing non-stop action right from the moment work gets out through your Sunday morning (monster) hangover.
The weekend before, we were all pumped up for Sea Isle City, so much so that we had a planned “rest day” for Friday night. Well, neither happened, and things got a little ridiculous.
Friday evening instead brought $1 beers at Chez Parker with a brand new attitude. No longer concerned about the gweed, we decided to spend more time on the back porch indulging in the cheap burgers and lobsters, then moving onto the tavern downstairs with Undisputed. The nightclub, I think its safe to say, belongs to them, the Bensonhurst crowd. Its over, done, we’ve agreed to move on. Of note, there are other bathrooms in PH and you don’t have to use a stall (if that’s what the situation requires) with saloon doors. Quality find.
After dropping off the cavalry in Belmar (avoiding a likely regrettable trip to Leggets) and the obligatory late night food run, Saturday brought the hangovers, and an official end to Sea Isle City. Looked like it was going to be a slow recovery day, one of those that sputters to its inevitable end by sundown. So as the drizzle stopped and the clouds parted, we made our way to the beach in Belmar for some fun in the sun (following Surf Taco, of course), running into girls we had met out previously and learning of one of the great, if downright bizarre, summer stories.
Apparently, one friend of theirs wandered aimlessly in Sea Girt, alone and hammered, and decided to turn a random person’s Lexus SUV, which apparently had been left open, into her own personal sleeping area! Unfortunately, what would have made the story even better didn’t happen – there was no discovery of a random sleeping girl by the owners the next day.
Afterwards, spent a few breezy hours on the Manasquan River and Atlantic Ocean in the boat with some Coronas (and discovering the Water Taxi still runs!!), before deciding to hit the Patio for the first official night of summer 2008. There, finding a table involved cursing, scolding from old people, and hard looks from lost bennies. But the chill scene of the Patio was worth it, cougars were on the prowl, and we all had a great time and felt motivated to keep on rolling.
So, we shuffled on over back to 507 Main for the first time post-Memorial Day. Terrible crowd up front with the thumping beats of club music reverberating throughout, but a good crowd, fun time in the back. Rory Daniels was on the mic, and doing a nice little job in there, mixing in some Beatles, Franz Ferdinand, Dion and opening with:
Scotty Doesnt Know – Lustra
The only downer of the night, of the weekend, was when walking back for some pizza and chinese, seeing blood and paramedics on Main Street, the remnants of a brutal fight between, presumably, two idiots. Just uncalled for.
Sunday morning, all we could really do was the vehicle recovery game, picking up stranded cars in North Belmar, Sea Girt, and ultimately my own in Pt. Pleasant. Forty-two action-packed hours later, we were all free to finally recover and although nothing went as originally planned, good times were had and perhaps we’ll look back at this weekend as one of the standouts (among many) of this summer.
Quotes
“Don’t bring up anal cream pies in front of his parents”
On July 17th, I embarked on my first shore house experience, and looked to turn around a, let’s face it, fairly mediocre summer.
