We spent the weekend at Beaver Pond Campground in Catskill Park.

Well, sort of. We spent the first night in the woods because registration was closed by the time we got there. And P.S., always double-check directions with a map, to make sure the address doesn't lead to the middle of nowhere.

We went swimming in the freezing water.

Gabby tries another one of Serafina's inventions: cheese-covered marshmellow, mmmmm

And the highlight of the trip - stacking up sticks on Steve while he sleeps and snores.

Back in Manhattan on my birthday, stopover at Dive Bar for some free wings.

Don't look too happy, guys...

Then on to Cheapshots, for the free drinks.

Then to Blue and Gold's, then to Genever's, then to the Edge, and of course, with no pictures... I need to hire a replacement photographer!

 

But there's more: to all my readers out there... all 5 of you, optimistically put, DON'T GO TO CHEAPSHOTS! I know, the place has the cheapest drinks you'll find almost anywhere, and I know, you get anything for free on your birthday, just add some air hockey, a juke box, a moose-killing video game, and a room devoted to beer pong to the equation, and what more can you ask for (other than a clean toilet... but at least you don't feel bad throwing up all over it)... but try to sustain your temptations for a cheap thrill, and go someplace else, because the guys in there are ASSHOLES. At least one of them, and that's enough to ruin an evening for me, and enough for me not to want to come back.

My cousin has the same birthday as me, except she turned 21, and went out with us. She couldn't get her ID, though, so she called the place beforehand so see if they'd accept a birth certificate along with a college ID. One has a name and a picture, the other has the same name and a date of birth. Of course, they aren't required to accept that. But they said that they would over the phone, and decided to change their minds when she got there. So the bartender refused, and told us that we have to get out of there. And the most messed up thing is that I kept trying to explain to him what the bar had told her over the phone, but every freaking time he came over and I started to speak, he'd interrupt and say for me to get her out of there, and then he'd walk away. Over and over! I stood at the bar, and I must have tried to tell him 5 times before we all just left.

I don't expect such amazing "customer service" when I go to these cheap little bars, I see that the bar is always crowded and they're making plenty in tips, but what always perplexes me is how some people could just BE assholes just because they're not required not to be. So if you ever want to go to Cheap Shots, call me instead! I live nearby, and my refrigerator always has a cold beer, free of charge, and I won't be an asshole... unless you come at 4 in the morning... you know what, I take it back, go to Cheapshots, just don't disturb me.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Adrian's Birthday

Adrian made it through 9 Irish Car Bombs before I had to stop taking pictures and carry him home... with a little help from my friends, of course