DEET is our friend. May 30, 2006 ~ 3:01 pm
Posted by Julie in : In Da Hood, Random Insanity, Urban Family , trackback
Chandelier ~ Grand Central Station, NYC
No pictures of Fleet Week here because I never made it into Manhattan - there was too much fun to be had in Brooklyn! A three day weekend was exactly what the doctor ordered; I am relaxed and not minding my job at all in spite of having to stand on the Quad for an hour for Commencement rehearsal so I could learn to herd students. I can’t wait until the summer schedule starts and I get three day weekends every week.
Things learned this weekend (behind the cut):
- Biking to Coney Island, down the boardwalk, and back seems like a good idea until you are halfway back and battling a headwind on Ocean Parkway. Then it seems like a deathwish. Total mileage biked Saturday morning: 14 miles. This was the first time I had been on the bike since December. Next time I will take shorter trips to build up some muscles before I decide to bike all over Brooklyn.
- When going to Farrell’s, ask for “A Container and a Cover.” That means “big honking styrofoam cup of beer with a lid,” and ensures that you can go chill out in the park and drink with your friends without being arrested by the local constabulary.
- House parties in DUMBO are fun. However, next time don’t try to walk on the stone wall in the yard as a shortcut to the grill. And when you fall off and cut your leg, think before spraying bug spray with DEET into the cut. DEET is probably not a good thing to have in your bloodstream.
- Despite DEET not being proven as a disinfectant, bug spray smells a lot like summer.
- Look before you sit. Or you will end up with a slug smashed on your butt.
- Slugs die if you pour beer on them. However, if a slug slimes its way into a beer spill, it can drink about three times its body weight with no ill effects.
- The sole purpose of wearing a sombrero is to make people laugh when they look at you. And they will. Oh, they will.
- Never turn your back on the ocean, because it will slam your ass to the ground and laugh at you while you are trying to get out of the spray without choking.
- The Atlantic Ocean this time of year? Still really cold. You get used to it, but as Jordana said “The numbness? It’s called hypothermia.” It’s still fun to body surf once your whole body is numb, though.
- Never leave a man to watch the blanket while you go for a walk on the beach. Because when you get back to the blanket, he will deny any knowledge of a garbage bag, despite your pointing it out before you went on your walk, and there will be empty beer cans in the cooler. With the unopened ones. Men are like monkeys that way.
- Chardonnay makes really good sangria. Especially if you put some peaches in it. Then it’s like sangria from Labyrinth. Where’s the Goblin King?
- Deadliest Catch doesn’t get old, no matter how many hours of it you watch. A rogue wave is still as cool the fiftieth time you see it as it was the first time. The Dog Whisperer? Is like the same shit over and over again. Shhht! I get it, Cesar.
- This much fun packed into one weekend will wipe your ass out. You will go to sleep at 10 and still wake up tired. This is called “getting old.” It sucks. Almost as much as having to go back to work on Tuesday.
Comments
Ah, you young thing, you just wait. That shit don’t get any easier as you add decades. Trust me on that one.
Sounds like you had interesting adventures in partying this weekend. I will defend Rick (I assume it was him) in that since nothing was pointed out explicitly, it doesn’t exist. You requested he WATCH THE BLANKET. Was the blanket still there? Was it in acceptable shape? If so, mission accomplished. And you must be having some positive effect as the empty cans were in the cooler instead of on the beach. Cause the normal man would simply chuck them over his shoulder when they were empty.
Actually, it was Jordana’s husband, Thabiso that was left in charge of the blanket. And we were probably lucky that he didn’t chuck the cans on the beach, since he didn’t realize that drinking alcohol on the beach is illegal. In his head, it was only the bottled beer that was illegal, not the drinking itself. We had to explain it several times over before he caught on that there was indeed a reason why we poured the beer into the cups before we drank it. Of course, he’d had about 5 beers by that point, so I can’t blame him for being fuzzy on the details.
Herding students? Isn’t that a lot like hearding cats or chickens?
New game? Slug-butt?
In my next life I shall be a beer drinking slug. Hopefully no one will sit on me.
Sounds like you had a bunch of much deserved fun.
Lois Lane
mmmmmmmmm…DEET…
*squeeze*
The pacific wiped out MY ass once! Damn ocean. I’m sure it was laughing as it swept my shoes away, and I had to get even MORE sand in my shoes just trying to rescue them!
Sounds like you had a blast!
Sheees, you held out until 10 before going to sleep?
That is one active weekend you’ve had!
Esther~The only thing that saved me is that Monday was spent watching TV instead of being active. Otherwise I would have been out by 8!
Jamie~We will not discuss the sand that got into my t-shirt and swimsuit bottoms during the Atlantic’s bullying session. Because sand HURTS.
Bunsen~*squeeze*
Lois~Life as a beer-drinking slug is not bad. Life as a slug that beer is poured on is a whole ‘nother story.
Seamus~Herding students is worse - with cats or chickens, you don’t have to say “Turn off your cell phone. I don’t care if you can’t sit with your friends. Deal.”
DEET blows. I’m about to make a batch of Skeeter Dope.