Old Travel Journal

I like to go back and read what I wrote years ago to see if it still holds up or if it was extremely lame. This entry was from around 2006 I think when a friend of mine was getting married in Long Island. I labeled "lame" in parenthesis for things that didn't hold up too well.

Hoolan's Wedding circa 2006?

I'd like to thank my counterparts for being "on point" with their ribbings, observations, and general boobery this weekend.  Everyone brought their "A" game which I was not expecting. 

The following events took place from Friday to Monday for the end of Hoolan's life as we know it...The Wedding in Long Island (lame and cliche line):

Friday:

I meet up with some college buddies of mine J-man and Dave a half hour after I told them I would.  Based on the intelligent texts and voicemails I got stating "Get your sweaty ass over here" I surmised that they weren't too happy with me. 

Upon disembarking from the Red Line I see J-man with a butt hanging out of his mouth ranting about how some Vietnamese guy was making him crack up.  Awesome start to the trip.

Our odyssey has begun with catch phrases and ongoing themes in hand for the weekend:

1. "WTF"(lame, I guess this was funny 6 years ago?),
2. "LOOOOOORD Jonathon Covington"(seems lame, but hilarious if you were there), and
3. "Fun Sponge"
4. "What's that smell?...oh jesus Dave, that's like hot garbage...no actually that's more like that beach bathroom smell where its like sand, shit, and urine mixed together." 

We stop off for food and Dave gets a steak Caesar wrap, his reaction was one of irate anger. 

• 30 minutes into the ride and we realize we have no clue how to get to Jesse's.
• 35 minutes into the ride I yell at Jesse to pick up his damn phone, I left a voicemail with the words that shall not be repeated for print. 
• 40 minutes in we realize we have GPS in the car and we are in the clear. 

We get to Jesse's a few hours later and we decide to go cosmic bowling...you heard me.  This is where it gets terrific.  Cosmic bowling involves a darkened alley, a DJ playing some of the latest hits (CT is behind the times like Germany so its actually stuff from our middle school dances as J-man shrewdly pointed out several times), and goofy looking children. I felt like I was at the Chernobyl incident. 

RIGHT when we got there Jesse excitedly states "LOOK AT THIS KID!, He's unbelievable! Seriously, just watch him."

Ummm...Jesse you frequent this place?

"Uhhh..."  Jesse proves us right by bowling quite the round, BUT NOTHING compared to the aforementioned neighbor who was bowling FOUR strings at a time and averaging a 260 on each. 

What was his name you ask??? It was Flash, his name was Flash.  I can't wrap my mind around this.  This kid, I can't even do it justice, I'm shaking right now trying to describe him.  He was like the Quasimodo of the bowling alley except he Cosmic sweated through his shirt more and he didn't have a bell tower to escape to when the other yokels started to harass him. 

Jesse took pity on the popularly challenged young lad and started yelling at the toothless Children of the Corn who were openly mocking him. I believe he called them bitches and spit tobacco at them even though he doesn't chew tobacco.  By the by, this courage came from the fact that the kids were barely 16.  In any event, it left Dave J-man and I cackling with delight. 

My comments didn't go over to well when I started saying "We don't solve our problems with our fists Jesse, we TAKE IT TO THE LANES!"  no one found it funny when we first walked in...no one found it funny at that moment, but I still tried to press it. 

Oh that's not all that happened folks, we took off with Jesse's sister, Tina, after this event and went to the Cadillac Ranch bar errrr saloon errr local sock hop joint? All I know is that it had a lot of wood and cowboy hats.  I felt like hitting someone over the head with a chair or a bottle the entire time I was there.  No lie, I could have sworn I saw 14 Jeff Foxworthy's there, so basically the bar can be summed up in one word, Awesome. 

We get in there and play some pool.  I REFUSE to repeat the thing I said that was just awful...eh screw it, Dave would tell you if I didn't so here it goes, but I'm throwing a disclaimer in here that this has happened to everyone on some level.  Have you ever had something in your head that said "this is going to kill" and then when you are saying it are like "oh shit, close your mouth now...close it you ass!"? Yeah, HUUUGE moment for me where not only was it met with awkward silence, it made me look and sound very gay.  NOT MY intent at all (I like caps lock apparently).

Ok having said that the waitress was going around with Jell-O shots in these plastic syringes and vials.  I took the plastic syringe thing and said "yeah, just shoot it into your mouth like a cumshot." wait for it...wait for it...OK now you can start making fun of me. In my head it was meant to make everyone else look gay, but it backfired. Needless to say my face was really red afterwards and Dave being the dickhead that he is wouldn't let it go. 

After pool we went down to the "dance floor".  It was a bunch of people doing a hick version of the Electric Slide continuously.  The same exact dance every single song, and they all looked miserable doing it.  Miserable or intense I couldn't tell.  J-man tried and they booted him off.  They seriously had a boundary line going all around the floor.  It was quite a sight to behold. 

I'm not going to go into the footprint I saw on the bathroom stall that was just entirely out of place because no one will, or did appreciate that as much as I did. 

I'm also not going to go into the fact that J-man got shot down by some girl after he saved her from someone even creepier than him because he and Dave are the ones who witnessed that fiasco, I can't do it justice. 

We go to the regular bar and we are sitting there when I hear this gurgling sound behind me, then a splatter, then J-man saying VERY calmly, "Ok bout time we get out of here." I look, and there's J-man's first puke of the weekend.  He acted like it never even happened.  You are supposed to be somewhat fatigued and have a weird glossy look to your face after puking, but J-man is a seasoned veteran and all you get is a gurgle, splat, and amusing comment afterwards.  Bravo J-man.

It was uneventful after this...or maybe I just semi blacked out.  OH wait, I learned the EXACT mechanics on how to arm wrestle from the Over the Top arm wrestling champions of the world, The Miron Siblings.  Good stuff.  Dave passed out spooning with the dog, good for him.

Saturday:

We wake up to play some golf.  Everyone sucks except me, that's a shame. Thanks for the money guys.  I don't remember anything all that funny happening on the golf course (see semi blacked out) so we'll move on to the commute down to Long Island. 

Dave wanted Twisted Teas (lame for Dave, he called them "Pounders" too) for the ride down and Jesse wanted coffee, neither of them knew the other was going for this.  Jesse went in for coffee, Dave went into the liquor store shortly after. 

Jesse gets back into the car and drives off with J-man and I snickering in the back.  Guilt overcame me for some reason so I yelled "KEVIN!" like in Home Alone and we turned around to see Dave standing outside the liquor store like an abandoned waif.  Very amusing. 

Again thank god for GPS or I don't think we would have found our way around anywhere this weekend.  We get down to the hotel and check in, I can't upgrade my room to 2 beds, nor a cot. Dave, J-man, and I get into our room and notice that the bed looks like something out of a 3 Stooges episode, it was huge.  Yup we all slept in it, I think I was Moe...or Shemp. 

We then went to eat next door at this place called Ciao Baby.  We are waited on by a man who likes other men and a women who likes young men.  We bought her a drink and told the other waiter to screw...the chefs in the backroom.  Dave tried to give her lip and she called him an "obvious virgin". 

I got the filet mignon which when served resembled steak tartar, and it was cold in the middle.  I still ate it because I'm a tough guy.  Filet mignon is usually 8 oz or so, this thing was 16oz. I'm an idiot, didn't realize ...you know what, its irrelevant.  The bill comes to 4380234 dollars and we get a call from the rest of the crew that they are at T.G.I.F down the street where we could have eaten for $25 so it leaves me saying W.T.F., and I'm the dolt who volunteered his credit card. 

Nothing much happens at TGIF other than Jesse calling Mike a fun sponge...or did he do that at the wedding...ehhh doesn't matter, fun sponge was the phrase of the weekend for whoever looked miserable or angry.  Amie regaled everyone with her gross nursing stories per Jesse's urging.  As we were leaving Friday's J-man began his second puking binge of the weekend leaving Joey Caps to say "Nice Distance."  That kid has to have the most soft spoken and best one liners anywhere.  In Atlantic City a certain individual asked what to do about a lodged booger that he was trying to wrangle free and Joe replied with "Don't give up." Guess you had to be there.

Sunday:

None of the boobs had gotten cards yet so we traveled to Wal-Mart where I was designated fun sponge for the day. 

We were at the stage of hungoverness where everything is funny.  Dave decided to get a card with a dog on the front that said "Adios!" and on the inside it said "That's Spanish for: See you later.  Never to see the people you care about ever again."...or at least something like that. 

Keep in mind these guys only had cards to buy and for some reason this Wal-Mart didn't have an express line, and I wasn't buying anything.  I went because there was promise of food. You can imagine my ire rising when I saw how long the lines were. 

That didn't stop the good mood of the Goof Troop and their observations of the top 5 ugliest families ever inbred..i mean bred.  Dave pointed out the biggest mustache I have ever seen on the moth...I mean father.  I was distracted by the asses that were hanging out of the daughters shorts, yes I pluralized the ass because there were like 45 of them. 

Something else caught my eye when the buzzers went off for the 11th time on someone trying to steal, but I didn't really catch this anomaly until the 12th time...A MIDGET came out of nowhere and intercepted an old man trying to smuggle some shaving cream out of the place.  She was like a small ninja repelling from ropes in the ceiling.  A Wal-Mart oompa loompa if you will, but it just thoroughly fascinated me that she commanded this presence and intimidated these people. 

We go back and get ready for the wedding.  I get ripped on for having Barbasol shaving cream and my barber gel.  I respond in kind by making fun of Andy for his Alex P Keaton outfit consisting of a blazer and khaki pants.  That took the heat off me for a bit until the fun sponge comments started really roaring. 

We get to the church after a stunt jump over some railroad tracks and I immediately fall asleep.  I'm thinking the wedding was probably nice.  I woke up in time to whisper "can I get in on that." (*joke from Atlantic City) to Dave when Hoolan kissed Hope to complete the marriage sacrament. 

The reception line had me saying to Hope, "Eh you look alright." and then continuing on down the line.  She didn't like that too much, but I was obviously kidding.  Actually maybe she didn't like the booze smell that was dripping off of me. 

We get a shuttle to the reception and stand around like boobs for an hour before we go inside.  It was all beautiful, blah blah blah.  Anyway we sit down and the 2nd half of the Bryant tables blurts out in laughter because they are the only table without a centerpiece.  Hoolan must have known something bad would have happened if glass and candles were within a 50 ft radius of Pete Mulligan. 

This later turned out to be true as Pete slipped hard on the dance floor with me almost going right after him.  Ah yes the boobery on the dance floor where I defied the laws of biophysics with sweat from my shoulder outward rather than my armpits.  Jesse and I managed to ruin several pictures that we weren't supposed to be in but popped into anyway.
Here are three from that weekend:



Please Note the aforementioned sweat on my shoulder.



I'm starting to fizzle out here so I'll just say that I got drunk and it culminated in me yelling at Andy to drink a beer like he was pledging again.  The ride home sucked and I haven't shaken that bad since I kicked heroin (*that’s a joke by the way it was actually crystal meth).