new york and wildwood

i didn't post about new york at all. i'm lost as to what to post about here. ever since finding thesuperficial, i realized that the world has enough causticity even without my personal contribution. spit in the ocean, as they say, although i prefer pee in the ocean, in light of my past weekend at wildwood. and i hate those mundane day-to-day ramblings. those who write such always apologize for not having anything better; they _know_ that it's wrong. i liked expressing my feelings about movies i'd seen recently, but i've run out of steam. i wouldn't call them reviews either, and lately i haven't seen anything bad enough to warrant a rant, which is probably the only thing that would get me fired up enough to go at it again.

i haven't written about my week in new york from july 15-22. it was amazing. seeing my friends again... it's the only thing that has felt real since i moved back home in february. the rest of the time, i feel like i'm in a dream and i can't wake up. kind of like spike, in a not corny way, i hope. all of this... teaching, earning a masters in education, staying at home - it doesn't feel solid. there is so much i could post about that week that i was actually too busy at the time to do.

highlights -
going with rubes and judy to meet my mom at joe's shanghai ginger restaurant. i'm sorry i missed the mets game afterwards.
going to grimaldi's with rubes and judy and walking back into manhattan over the brooklyn bridge.
talking with krischelle
going to toast with zoe (she so nonchalantly suggested it)
going to dbq right before i left for home
the only thing i missed was a chance to see mary. my fault.

i finally watched all the way through cowboy bebop that week. not too happy about the ending, but i can't actually dislike it.

then wildwood. so much fun. right now i'm molting (do snakes do that? i'm not talking about the bird molting, i mean the snake kind). i was explaining to steiner how it's like having one's very own physiological bubble wrap, except more fun (i know, more fun than bubble wrap!) AND disgusting. giant strips come off every so often. they retain wrinkles and little holes (for hairs i think?) and everything.

the whole trip was a blast, minus carrying that fucking cooler! what the fuck, tao. that thing sucks. yun seems like a cool guy. he handled getting his nose broken pretty well. playing was fun, as was scoring. i even threw for one goal, never mind that it was a godawful throw and i was lucky that the person guarding kelsey whiffed it and kelsey somehow caught it blindly. 4 inches of water on the field = best tournament ever.

i finally finished that 2 foot tuna salad on tuesday. i purchased it sunday morning. that sandwich was a fucking beast.

oh, other minor gripes. the cops harassing me for being ageless. the fucking waitress at fucking tony's not serving me fucking beer, pitcher or pint. they don't want people to have fun in that town. or kill innocent pedestrians while driving drunk. either way - fucking fascists!

so i guess i did post about both trips. right now. here. eh... it was pretty much the only time of substance to my entire summer. maybe even year. not that i don't have fun with zhu back at home. but still, it's tough to spend 4 years with the same people and then - not.