| Trip Log: The End of The Affair |
[24 Jul 2008|11:13am] |
Wednesday, July 23
We got on the road and drove straight through. We both agreed we should have kept going. After 16 states, 4,000 miles and $1,300 we return home. Florida embraces her native sons with warm arms. As a whole the trip was awesome. If the whole minor accident with the fucking idiot taxi driver turns out ok than with was an incredible trip.I had a few regrets (not pursuing the eldest of the Latos' of the North East, we passed Niagara Falls by 30 min and right by the Jack Daniels Distillery). I saw new places, drank in them and conquered them. I walked, I sweat, I got lost. And it made me want to travel indefinitely.
End of Log
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| Trip Log: I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep... |
[22 Jul 2008|11:10pm] |
Monday, July 21
We couldn't sleep in because of the free breakfast. I spilled some apple juice in the lobby of the hotel, much to the chagrin of the cleaning staff. We left late for the train and made it with about 45 seconds to spare. As we made out decent into the city Matt's phone with the g.p.s. (keep in mind it was up all night having gay sex with other phones) died, so we walked 6 blocks south to Michigan Ave. Apparently we missed Michael Ian Black doing a book signing by 10 minutes. Matt decided to buy the new i-phone because his Helio had finally died so we walked another 6 or 7 blocks to the Apple store. Matt waited in line for 2 hours why I jaunted off on my own Chicago adventure. First I tried admirably to go to a museum, but it was closed. Instead I found the nearest tavern. It was a sleazy and dank spot with a group of regulars who did their best to ignore me. I had one, but still no word from Matt. (I only paid for one pint. I put my $10 down for the first one and she never took it so I got another one and she took the $10 and gave me $6 back). I wandered a while, found another bar and had several more drinks. Then I left that bar in a somewhat drunken and lost state and ended back up at the same bar. Finally I hear from Matt (who had to come to me because I had no idea where I was). We met up with Brittney's sister and her friend and walked another 5 blocks to Gino's East (for out second round of Chicago deep dish). We said our good byes and Matt and I walked back to Union Station, and took a cab with an Indian driver who stopped at a light to talk to one of his friends in another cab. We took the train to the hotel, and I immediately passed out.
Tuesday, July 22
I woke with Matt elbowing me in the eye. Free breakfast one more time. On the road by 8. We drove down into Indianapolis, then Kentucky and Louisville, then Tennessee and Nashville (Also through some very fog covered mountains. At one point I took my foot off the gas we got up to 80 going down). I almost feel asleep a few more times. We ended up back at Matt's brother Ben's house in N.Georgia where I'm writing this and about to pass out. Tomorrow home...
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| Trip Log: Are we still on this fucking trip? |
[21 Jul 2008|11:14am] |
Saturday, July 19
We reached our ultimate destination The Pitchfork Music Festival in Union Park Chicago. We got an early start and decided to take the train into the city as oppose to driving in miserable traffic. When we got off the train we couldn't figure out how the fuck to get to the connecting train so we walked. Thankfully it rained from the time we got off the train until we walked the mile and a half to park where the festival was, and then immediately stopped raining when we got in. The festival was good. The big pluses were that pitchfork only sold 30,000 tickets as oppose to selling 50,000 that the park could hold. There also wasn't a ton of stupid hippies stinking and smoking the place up. The cons were you had stand in line to buy $2 tickets and then use the tickets to get drinks. All I could think was how about I give you money you give me a drink end of transaction. I saw Caribou (pretty good), Fleet Foxes (fucking incredible), Dizzy Rascal (decent), Vampire Weekend, (good except a bunch of kids were playing in the big mud pit behind us which was all shit and shenanigans until I, an innocent bystander,got splashed with mud), !!! (I'm not really into them but they put on a good show), No Age (decent), Animal Collective (meh). Then we took the train back and I hard core passed out, and woke up in the middle of the night to find Matt distressingly close to me in bed.
Sunday, July 20
I slept in the latest I could which was great, and then I slipped and fell in the shower receiving my first non drinking relating injury of the trip (and possibly in several years). We got back on the train and went in the the city (the train got off in Union Station where they filmed the baby on staircase scene in the Untouchables. I tried to reenact it unsuccessfully). When we got off the train we couldn't figure out how the fuck to get to the connecting train so we walked(yes, this happened twice). We ate deep-dish, stuffed pizza at Giordino's (sp?) for lunch. Then we walked over to the park. It didn't rain but the sun was blistering all day. I saw Boris (They were awesome until they walked off the stage halfway through their set because "Not enough electrical power." Damn Japs think they're so much better than us because their car industry has eclipsed ours.), Apples in the Stereo (ok) Les Savy Fav (Awesome show), The Dodos (ok), M. Ward (decent), Ghost Face Killah & Raekwon (awesome), Spiritualized (incredible), Bon Iver (really good except I could hardly hear them), Dinosaur Jr. (good), Spoon, (good). Then we walked back to train and took it back to the hotel. On the train we were subjected to these dopey dopes, who were also at the show, and this ridiculously happy girl who started talking to them and was all like, "I don't know why no one is nice. I always try to talk to people on the train, and no one wants to talk. Isn't You with out Me the best band ever...!" And I was all like shut up. We ate some microwave mac and cheese for a late dinner and passed out...
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| Trip log: the down hill slope |
[20 Jul 2008|11:35am] |
Thur, July 17
We got an early start and drove out of Mass through New York (which costs almost $20 and does not come with either a bj or handy). I almost fell asleep 2 to 3 times. We drove into Ohio. I muse over how renting a car is must like hiring a prostitute. We stopped at a hotel in the middle of Ohio. We ate dinner at Denny's. I spent the rest of the night in the bathroom.
Friday, July 18
We woke up early again and drove into Cleveland. We went to the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame (not on our original itinerary but we were passing right by it). They don't appreciate you trying to touch the rock memorabilia. We drove on through the rest of Ohio and Indiana into Chicago where got stuck in ridiculous traffic for the first time. We just talk about how fucking ridiculous it is for about an hour or so. We finally get to our hotel, and marvel at how clean it is. We go to Friday's across the street for dinner. I get quasi drunk because it was Friday. We passed out.
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[19 Jul 2008|10:09pm] |
why does everything have to be so complicated
you would think everything would be easy like i want this
let me work and i shall achieve it but its never easy like that
im not talking about material things either some material i guess
who knows cause i dont
richie
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| a break from the doldrums |
[17 Jul 2008|06:50pm] |
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So far, this has been the best week I have had in a long time... and it is not over yet. Let's hope this trend continues, and it also ends on a good note.
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| Trip Log part two the half way point |
[16 Jul 2008|07:49pm] |
Monday, July 15
We finally got to sleep in. We headed in to Boston around noon. Boston is incredible right up until a fucking idiot taxi driver hit us. Matt may have to loose his arm...Actually he just scratched the car but the incident was so ridiculous. Oddly enough during the whole ordeal I didn't cuss. After the stress of trying to deal with insurance companies, and finding a garage to park in we let out on a walking tour of the city. Seriously we must have walked 20 blocks. We walked up and down Newberry (Sp? It's kind of like city walk in West Palm basically the hot shit trendy street in the city) St. the Boston Commons, the Garden, Harvard Sq. Faniel (sp?) Hall...we saw a statue of Sam, hundreds of years old cemeteries and churches, had dinner at a Whole Foods and had a beer at cheers, (the one that served as the inspiration and exterior for the show). I also blew it at a 3 story Best Buy, and got a call from my Parisian friend Antonio/Jesus. We wearily walked back to our car and drove back to the hotel. We tried to get beer at a whole foods in town that didn't have any beer and I told one of the employees that they should be ashamed of themselves.
Tuesday, July 16
We gloriously slept in again. We had plans to go to the Sam Adams Brewery (I wanted to bring a razor to change my appearance so I could go through the tour 5 times and get a bagillion samples) unfortunately Matt's phone was up all night s'ing some d and it took us to Sam's corporate office. Oddly enough we stumbled on another brewery called Harpoon and got free samples. We drove back into town and went to M.F.A. (Museum of Fine Arts not mother fucking asshole), and saw an exhibit of early 17th century Spanish Art. It was pretty awesome. We had some mediocre pizza across from North Western University. Then we walked up a few blocks to a bar called the Pour House (get it? pour house/poor house). We had 24 ounce pints. We continued our now somewhat buzzed journey and walked all the way up and down Newberry and back around Boylston. I blew it a little in Newbruy Comics and tried to convince Matt unsuccessfully to buy the new I-phone in a 3 story Apple Store.
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| trip log first 5 days |
[15 Jul 2008|09:52am] |
Thursday July, 10
We left from Deerfield around 12:30 about 30 min later than we planned. We to Woolbright and I yelled fuck realizing I left about half my cloths. We turned around and went back to Deerfield. We left again around 1:30, and took 95 N to Orlando. In Orlando we stopped at movie stop (it's like game stop for movies). I accidentally knocked over a rack of dvd's with my movie boner. We went to Calvin's around 5. Though his apartment was nice the outside of the complex was 1980's Miami pink. We hung out with Calvin for a few minutes, and then the three of us went to winter park to whole foods. We awkwardly ran in to Aaron and his wife who were originally suppose to hang out with us, and then bailed out to have a date night. A 5 min process of picking out and buying beer inexplicably turned into a 30 min process wasting valuable drinking time. On the way back we stopped and saw Calvin's fiancee Jess at her work, ended up being drafted into helping the employees put away everything from a sidewalk sale and I was all like, "here comes the add ons." We knocked a few back at Calvin's watching Family Guy and eating Chipolte. We went down the street to and Irish pub. We did some moderate to heavy drinking (when I saw we I mean me of course). Though the place kind of had a business crowd, my dreams of landing a cougar remained unfulfilled. We went back to Calvin's watched Airplane and passed out.
Friday July 11
We bid Calvin a fond farewell, and got on the road around 9. We get moderately lost for the first time (expletives). I drove through N. Florida and Georgia. Matt attempts a peeing in a bottle experiment and mostly succeeds (mostly). Matt took over driving and we got to his brother Ben's house around 6. The Bubar's and I went to whole foods for dinner, and somewhat to Matt's chagrin their whole foods was way better than the Boca store. I remind him so several times. We had a quiet night. I had a beer and read a little "Day of the Locusts," and passed out.
Saturday, July 12
We woke up early once again. Matt spent some time with his family. We got back on the road. We each drove a tank of gas. I went first. Matt attempted a second peeing in a bottle and wasn't quite as successful. Matt drove and I got peanut butter all over my pants. We drove from N. Georgia through S. Carolina, N. Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, Delaware and finally Pennsylvania. All the while driving to Craig's whom I couldn't get a hold of until the last minute. We met up with Craig at one of his friends house. A few beers after not eating since 8:30 am goes right to your head. We met up with two sisters who were friends of Craig's and went out in his town. We went to a bar called the Grog's. I insulted a few locals and unsuccessfully tried to smuggled half a beer out under my shirt. We went to another bar where I think I might have payed $9 for a beer. We walked back to the sister's apartment. I was peer pressured into taking out a street sign, and ate it so hard into the street. We all stopped at a Wawa to get some late night food (A wawa is a a sort of quick mart only in Penn and N.J. that has a 24 hour deli where you order hoagies on a touch screen, they're amazing). We ate and passed out.
Sunday, July 13
I woke up in some serious pain from my sign tackling misadventure. We sluggishly showered, drove around town, saw the first peace a pizza ever, got ready and went into Philly. Craig took us on a walking tour of the city. We walked up and down S. Street, and got an amazing slice of pizza for lunch. We went down town saw some sights. We went to the art museum (with the Rocky steps). I ran up the steps. Then I passed out for awhile. *Note a walking tour of Philly in the summer after a night of moderate to heavy drinking isn't recommended. We followed Craig to his buddy's place on the Jersey Shore. For those of you are unacquainted with the Jersey shore, it a string of small towns on the coast Jersey where one month in the summer people from the tri-state area rent houses, drink, smoke, surf, fuck and completely isolate themselves reality. It's kind of like The Endless Summer by way of Animal House with a touch of The Real World. There was 15 people living at the house we stayed at. We got more pizza for dinner. Then stayed at the house drinking beers. Craig's friend Trevor's cousin's came over who were definitely doppelgangers of the Latos sisters (the oldest looked a little different and was smart and sarcastic, the middle one was fashionable and was just back from living in Paris, the youngest was a little wild for her age). We passed out and I somewhat awkwardly slept head to head on a couch with someone I'd just met and my legs hanging over the arm rest. I was accosted by a severely drunken roommate at 4 in the morning (mind you she's in her 20's teaches at a Catholic highschool and has a masters, her nickname is party girl and she said fuck more time in one sentence than I've heard outside of an HBO show). And I intermittently slept and watched the Tour De France.
Monday, July 14 (Bastille Day)
We woke up, and got back on the road just before noon. I drove through Jersey (which you're not allowed to pump your own gas in, New York (we brushed by the city), Connecticut and Mass (I almost fell asleep 3 times). We have yet to get a hold the person we were suppose to stay with, so we're staying in an Econolodge 30 min fro downtown Boston. We went near the city to Matt's friend Alicia's place (we got lost on the way and I said fuck and cock sucker 9 times in one sentence). They were having a going away party for a friend, and playing a somewhat awkward game where they wrote shenanigans on jinga pieces. We played their game reluctantly. We went back to the hotel room and passed out...
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| do you know that feeling |
[13 Jul 2008|06:57pm] |
when your getting played
and you like the person
but everything seems so sketchy
i dont know what to do
richie p
and the thing is i could be
sketchy now and im not
i dont think i have it in me
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