have you noticed that the "games" link on the myspace home page hasn't had games in at least 6 months? goddamnit, i want to play "easter eggin"! it's just a bunch of video game-related videos. what the fuck else am i supposed to do on this site besides write this shit?
last weekend was the high c's road trip to SUNY binghamton and SUNY oswego. if you live on long island, you know as well as anyone that the most frustrating part of a road trip is getting off this fucking island. half the trip involves waiting in traffic while trying to get on the g.w. bridge. "gas, brake, honk! gas, brake, honk! honk, honk, punch! gas, gas, gas!" (homer simpson). if you're not taking the g.w. bridge and instead decide to take the verrazano bridge... kill yourself. there is absolutely no worse traffic than the belt parkway leading past JFK airport going to the verrazano bridge. the traffic is so fucking bad on that highway that you can actually walk out of your car when you're at the coney island exit, get some nathan's hot dogs, oysters on a half-shell, and calamari, sit and eat your food, and walk back to your car on the highway where it is resting in the very spot that you left it. the traffic around you will not have moved an inch. hell, while you're at it, might as well grab some beers or a shot or two. i know, you shouldn't drink and drive, but you're gonna need something to distract you from the fact that you have to pay 9 fucking dollars to cross that cock-sucking bridge. (update: now it's $13)
the one thing you should remember when going on a road trip when leaving long island is to make sure you only have a half-tank of gas. why? so you can fill up your tank in new jersey, the land that gave the giants a stadium in which to play, atlantic city, and gasoline that's at least 30 cents cheaper per gallon than in new york. the most beautiful part is that it's illegal to fill up your own gas tank. everything is full-serve in jersey. i forgot that one time last year. i got out of my boss' van to go inside and give the cashier some money, and the attendant was wondering where the fuck i was going.
the trip last weekend was a little hectic. when we got to binghamton, we called up one of our alumni, gary, to see how far away he was. he said he'd join us when we opened for binghamton's female group. it was about 6pm and we had to perform at about 8:20. when we called gary, he said he was at the delaware water gap. for those who are unfamiliar, that is the border of new jersey and pennsylvania at I-80. in short, he was still two states away with 2 hours remaining for him to get there. balls. however, like the beast he is, he managed to get there 5 minutes before we were set to go on. anyways, we rocked some socks and the ladies of binghamton put on a very nice show. fun was had by all.
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