Got into the car friday night to go to the Hamptons. Just before the Woodbury Commons exits, I can't see half of the words on the passing signs. I decide to pop two imitrex cause I know what this means. It would have gone away a hell of a lot faster had I not been in a speeding car that kept stopping and going due to the traffic on the Throggs Neck bridge just before the Long Island Expressway.After having Dave on my mind for the previous four hours, I take it God is trying to tell me something (cue music from The Color Purple). We are forced to pull over on the side of the LIE so I can throw up the free tea we got from the gas station (where I threw up for the FIRST time an hour before). I get sick and then start feeling better as we drive onwards.
Sunrise highway comes along and I'm finally reaping the reward of being stoned just as the little fucking aura thing comes back and makes it impossible for me to see stuff again. An hour and one MORE imitrex later we arrive at Marisa's uncle's house and I crash on the couch, medicated beyond belief.
The next day I have the equivalent of a hangover due to the previous days pain. I remark how I cannot remember too much of what was said in contrast to what was done or expelled from my body. I spend the morning fishing for the first time, as seen in this photo. I'm on your left with the short red hair. They have a very beautiful place. The view off of their canal was amazing to see. It was also incredibly relaxing and I learned to fish. Nearly caught a crab on Sunday but the damn thing escaped me.
We ate and then went shopping downtown. I bought fudge (which was eaten up by Jeremy when I got home) and enjoyed getting even more of a suntan. That's when we decided to go to the beach. Look at Marisa point to the Atlantic. It was late and there was no lifeguard on duty. One guy who passed us said that the water was 35* I believed him. Marisa and I took off our shoes and let our feet get drowned in the water. Showing you the same photo from the previous entry, here I am looking at my brother behind the camera like he's insane. Here I am with Marisa as I try to convince her to just stand and be taken in with the waves. In this photo, my brother is lending her a hand. When we went back the next day, it was just me and my brother. Here's a tease photo.
We left at around four and I wanted to see Ground Zero. Marisa, David and I got into a fight about how manipulative she and I are and I ended up talking to the parking attendant at a garage two blocks down from where the trade center used to be. This guy was cool. I explained to him why I walked out of the car (so that they can argue in peace) and he gave me a free pepsi and bag of M&M's. His name was Hashim, he was working at the Trade Center on September 11th and just came back from a well deserved multi-month break from work. He rocked. It was weird being so close to the site. I felt like I was on a movie set. So I didn't get to see the site as close as I wanted to after they stopped fighting. We drove around NYC looking for food and then left.
I thought this was cool.
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That was my weekend. More on Jayzee's request for explanation of the Dave epiphany later on tonight. I have to shower. Up until 2pm yesterday, I still tasted extremely salty (from the ocean).
My tan looks great though.
