On Thursday night mom wanted to go out to eat. She was looking for a place that would be inexpensive and somewhere that wasn’t too far from the house.
So hurricane Gustav just kicked the shit out of Haiti and the Dominican Republic and is heading toward the Gulf. Twenty-three people, including a mother and six of her seven children, were killed.
I know you guys generally prefer vids to articles, but for those of you who actually read this drivel, I’ve got a recap of Wednesday’s session of the Democratic National Convention. I watched most of it at my day job – and that’s a good 6 hours of politics, of Democratic hijincks.
The day, which began with us getting lost and almost running out of gas, turned out to be great fun. It was filled with robust, oiled-up men jumping from high elevations and some blunt and banana leaf smoking.
TLC is my favorite channel. Not only does it air episodes of Jon & Kate Plus 8 all day erryday, but it always has really interesting documentaries. Lately I’ve been seeing a bunch about Primordial Dwarfism.
By WILL CIMINO I guess at first glance, the response to buntology.com (without knowing the Bunts) would be: “… What?” That’s why I’ve taken the liberty of explaining just a little bit about the Bunts for those newbies.
On the third day we went into Provincetown to a bar called “The Old Colony Tap.” The bar was way too dark but it had strong drinks and a dreaded bartender who allegedly used to run drugs from Truro to North Adams. Small world. We all got Long Island Iced Teas and it took me the entire time we were at the bar to drink it. So about an hour and a half.
This past Saturday, the magnanimous Ivan Cordero hosted a party at his Montgomery Street apartment in Westfield, thoughtfully named Bunt BBQ Part II. He even had the foresight to get a keg! There weren’t a super-super lot of people, so the keg was sadly underused. Well, that’s not true; a few people busted their keg-stand cherry. (Sorry to be so vulgar, but I mean, that’s what happened. I’m not gonna sugar-coat it.)
We got up pretty early to go to the Cape. Angela, Jackie and I were ready to rock n roll at 6 a.m. sharp, basically. Mom and Dad were diddling to the point that we just decided to go on ahead without them.