Been to paradise, but I've never been to ME

But I haven't told you yet about our trip to Maine, which was a first for me and Heather, and what is tantamount to our first road trip in our new car together. We took off last Thursday after work and drove to Boston to stay the night with Louis and Terri, who have a brilliant new apartment, sans crazy roomate, which is complete with 2 rooms, office, den, dining room, breakfast nook, backyard, and mahogany paneling. I'm pretty jealous. I am not jealous, however, of the location. Boston is a cesspool of uncoordinated government and terrible infrastructure. Google maps sent us up I-95 with glee and we were driving with no problems whatsoever UNTIL WE HIT BOSTON. It was a miracle of wrong turns that led us to Louis' house, and we cursed the city planners as we fell asleep. The next morning I took us all out to breakfast, which was delicious lox & bagels.

After breakfast Heather and I meandered to Maine, by way of New Hampshire. We took a little walk and had a sandwich in Portsmouth, then finished our road trip to Portland, wherein we had a nice talk and then took a little tour of some lighthouses, went to lobster dinner (Bryan and I split the dinner for two) at which Bryan showed the insides of his lobster, called the tomalley to his wife, Jill. Jill promptly became nauseated and had to get up from our table and take a moment for herself. I found this peculiar but figured maybe she didn't like the fishy, green goo that some people love to suck from the carcass of a freshly cooked lobster.


When she sat down again, Bryan said, 'Me likey bouncy.'
He was so nonchalant about it, such wondrous news, that Heather and I had to do an aural double-take, but realizing that he was being serious, there was much celebration at the table, and if our waitress was worth a damn, we would have ordered some desert. I'm very happy for Jill and Bryan, they'll be the first of my friends to likey bouncy, and I marvel at their adventure.


Later that evening the McDowells, the O'Connors, and the Moynihans played a personal question game, wherein you had to guess who answered what. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I was the only one to go five or five during my turn...

The next day was filled lighthouse visiting, and also meeting new friends and getting together to play a spirited homerun derby, which sucked for me because when I was up there was nary a dinger to be found.

In the evening we had a BBQ comeplete with burgers, dogs, salads, and even more LOBSTER! I was the one who had to drop them into the pot, and everyone wanted to know if I could hear them screaming as they entered the hot hot heat. No, I said, I couldn't hear them screaming over my own laughter. Muahahah.
We ended the night playing more games, this one called celebrity. It was quite awesome and I hope to add it to my repertoire... Maine was just a really, really laidback place, and I enjoyed the memories of this road trip, including tidepooling, guitar sing-alongs, breakfast sandwiches, baseball games, stats, and taking in the Shipyard Brewery.

We left on Sunday night and arrived in Boston after driving down the freeway at 20mph because of the wall of water falling from the sky. Stephanie came over to Louis' for dinner and we supped on the choicest meats and potatoes. I love roadtrips, I love seeing old friends and partaking in their happiness, but most of all I love the fact that there are more to come!

Thanks, Woolfy

I know it's been a while since i rapped at ya, and things have been busy, so let's get started:

the best thing that's happened thus far, aside from Heather getting yet a third 'A' in as many grad classes, was the road trip we took to Newport, RI for Heather's 24th birthday. She turns 24 every year, of course, but this year I wanted to do something a little spectacular, and knowing her affinity for lighthouses, I arranged for an overnight stay at the Rose Island Lighthouse. It was an amazing time! The lighthouse has been restored to it's 1800's glory, and it was an eye-opener to stay overnight in a place with so much history. And yes, it's a working lighthouse, and we were treated to many a passing ship. We made pizza on the grill outside, we swam in the water, fished, relaxed in the breeze, and made sure to appreciate the windmill that powers the whole island. The salt air was so moist that some of the food we brought turned soggy, something I had not considered, but other than that (and the fucking seagulls who i hate with more fire than the hoary pits of hell) it was a grand time, and I hope to return.







The Moynihan twins had their birthday celebration on a vintage schooner, which is an awesome time on the East River/New York Bay. The ladies were cold, though, and I think next year we'll all remember to bring windbreakers...

A few weeks ago we had Louis' bachelor party weekend extravaganza, and there was much goings on including, but not limited to, drinking, bars, drinking in bars, drinking at a Mets/Rox game, a viewing of Ricky Gervais Live, which was an excellent show, and no strippers. That's right, no strippers.

My Improv 201 class at the UCB is going pretty well, after a little sickness, I'm back in full effect, improving with the best of them, and really having a blast! If you've ever thought of taking an improv class, it's the most fun you'll ever have with strangers who quickly become friends. I found out that my teacher from my first class, Jeff Hiller, is in a movie with Ricky Gervais (what a coincidence), check out the trailer (Jeff is the shirtless guy who says, 'Is this a bad time?')



and my current teacher, Curtis Gwinn has a show on Adult Swim (Cartoon Network) called Fat Guy Stuck in Internet, it's a pretty funny show, and though he's known to be a tough teacher, I find him to be just really smart and committed to the theory and practice of improv. (he's the guy with the 'stache)



I'm hoping I can parlay all this comedy schooling into a position writing for the Onion, or failing that, TV.

That's all for now, kids, but stay tuned because coming up, I've got a road trip to Maine, a road trip to Saratoga, a road trip to Cape Cod, and various goings on which I will be sure to write about well after the fact.