FRIDAY
-Summer hours start today. Get out at 1pm on Friday's thru September.
- meeting the GF for a quick lunch then to see 'The Davinci Code'.
- then to some sports bar in the village to watch Derek Jeter get his 2000th hit.

SATURDAY
- drop girl off at train so she can goto family Clam Bake.
- me do laundry, gym, house stuff.
- meet dad at Yankee Stadium for 4pm Yankees vs. Royals game.
- home in front of TV after that.

SUNDAY
- out to New Jersey to meet up with GF and goto several BBQ's
- both back to NYC in the eve.

MONDAY
- we have several BBQ's we can attend in my neck of the woods.
- game day decision.
- Central park is a possibility.

you?

BEACH BALL VOLLEYBALL III at my friend's place downstate. my friend made a theme song for this year. gonna be a lot of beer, beef, and balls

highlights from BBVB I:

What started as an innocent game of beachball volleyball...


soon turned into a very drunken borderline homoerotic wrestling match. the dog was just there to referee...





capped by a very ice cold garden hose cleansing...
Bracing for the worst:


My sexy/hairy/dirty legs:



it was cold, people. My agonizing howl is still reverberating throughout his subdivision as I type this. You can almost hear my testicles as they shriek and run for cover into the bowels of my netherregions..

sounds like a lovely weekend, dov.

me:
-tonight: daughter and i are alone for dinner. nice.
-sat: leave for a weekend in arizona. my nephew is graduating from high school and there's a big shindig
-sun: said shindig. will see my father who i haven't spoken to in 8 years and my youngest sister who hasn't spoken to me since january. i plan on drinking all day and then drunk dialing my therapist around midnight.
-mon: spending the day in sedona when i'd rather lay around the pool and read.

tonight-
the Cap'n is coming over for dinner!

sat- frantically shop for my brother's wedding in San Fran. He just informed me yesterday that he's getting married next weekend! ahh!

party that night

sun- 2 bbq's

mon- another bbq! and it's going to be 90 and sunny!

You're hilarious. And you rock. (But everyone here already knows that.)

My weekend:

Tonight: maybe go see a movie with the honey
Tomorrow: hang out and play music with my friend.
Sunday: veg. then go to my new photography course in the evening.

Today:
Work, which is going to suck. Hopefully get out around 2 or 3. Let the delivery dude in with our Crib. Grab groceries. Have dinner with the guys and watch a flick with Charlie while Josh goes out.

Saturday:

Go up to my dad's house on the beach in Michigan for 24 hours. I can't go down the hill to the beach because there's a chance I won't make it back up again. haha So I'm going to sit on the deck and read while my dad, Josh and Charlie hang out on the beach.

Looking forward to this. It's my last chance to go up there before baby. And I love it there.

Sunday:

Come home early afternoon. Do laundry. Make dinner and watch a movie with my guys.

Monday:
Relax. Three of us will go see X-Men, and then Charlie goes to his dad's for the night.

So close yet so far.

Friday: seeing my friend in a drama school public show, beer
Saturday: birthday party, more beer
Sunday: karaoke, even more beer
Monday: help a friend's girlfriend with her computer.

If I can squeeze it, I'll get some quality time with the new Neverwinter Nights module.

Today: GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE OFFICE ASAP. Hopefully by noon.
Drive up to Daleville, hopefully stopping for Hook's BBQ in Andalusia.
Soundtrack will alternate between T.I. and Bloor's Frank Black Mix AT TOP VOLUME WITH WINDOWS DOWN.
Tonite: Await the arrival of RICK DERRIS and some girl, and FEMGAR, and begin THE MASSIVE DRINKING. Probably grill a huge amount DEAD ANIMAL and pur beer on my chest to facilitate the tanning process.

Tomorrow: Provided FEMGAR and Derris' girl haven't decided to hell with us yet, more of the same. As Derris said in an email to me: "Two Words for the Weekend: PRONE POSITION." So, probably laying out by the pool, listening to the worst music known to man, and drinking heavily.

Sunday: Should I stay or should I go? Probably bail back to Monty, and recover.
Monday: BBQ at a friends house, to which I will NOT be wearing pants.


Robotboy -- that picture of you being hoses off has album cover written all over it.

believe me, i thought the same thing.
i'd love to rent a car and blow off the sedona trek.

Tonight: Decompress after two hour drive from work to home. Maybe meet up with Billy G to pick up a coffee table he's getting rid of. Drop off three bags of clothing at Out of the Closet. Maybe stop at Nissan dealer to get stuck CD extracted from stereo. Pay bills. Drink.

Saturday: Get up early, start rearranging bedroom to get rid of a lot of shit that's been occupying space, dispose of old printer, set up new printer, go to Home Depot to pick up paint for my picket fence and maybe a couple of trays of flowers for planting in the garden. Put away and arrange CDs that have been sitting on floor for months. Order flowers for a funeral.

Sunday: Paint picket fence, plant flowers, get truck washed, start working on cleaning out the garage. Call U-Haul to get truck rental pricing. Drink.

Monday: Continue with garage cleaning, take a nap, go to wake in evening.

Tuesday: The father of one of my best friends passed away earlier this week. I'm attending his funeral today.

I think I'll copy this list over to my PDA. I have way too much to do.

Today: Leave work around 12:30 and do lunch & catch a movie with a friend, probably "The Proposition" starring Guy Pearce.

Tomorrow: Lots of shopping. Need to buy shoes for work. During the evening, dinner with friends.

Sunday: Brunch with the Mormon. Maybe more but it depends on which one of his convictions he's willing to betray.

Monday: Relax. Do nothing.

Of course, all of these plans will change if I end up going to the Poconos.

Today: Lounging around, listen to music, read. I don't feel like doing anything so I'm not. One of the girls from the lab is picking me up this aft to go for beers. FEMJACK will join us later. Back here for for some shrimp pasta and more drinking.

Sat/Sun: Going to try my hand at a Muffaletta sandwich, got all the stuff for it so this bastard is going to be massive. Then drink some beers and eat the big sandwich. That is all I have planned for tomorrow: make and eat a big fucking sandwich.

Jump on AIM...and don't skimp on the olive relish...MMM MUFFALETTA.

Tonight: Clean my apartment, pack for the weekend
Tomorrow: Drive to Omaha, visit my brother in the hospital and crash at my best friend's apartment
Sunday: Either drive home to Lincoln with my family or drive to Kearney to visit my girlfriend's family, depending on what she wants to do.
Monday: Either be in Kearney or go to see a friend DJ Monday night.

Two more reasons why I fucking love [some of] you people.

Today: Ongoing project to dig up most of my front yard is nearing completion. So I'm working in more good dirt, planting new and moving around old plants, etc etc. I'm fucking giddy here, kids. Oh, and some misc. work stuff like banking, mail, company bills--the usual.
Tonight: The future ex Mrs. Bloor's little sis is graduating from H.S. so theres that. Maybe fill up the back of the Truckster with beer and sell it for $75 a case in the parking lot to the little shits. Probably have to hang out with the future ex inlaws who are an interesting bunch to say the least...

Tmrw: Front yard project. Cut grass. Probly fire up the grill.

Sunday: House shit early. Annual Memorial Day shindig at my boy T. Bigs' house. Grillin', Bocci Ball, general hell raisin'.

Monday: No plans. Maybe fuck me a fish.

weekend in RI has already started.

camping.

reminds me...i may actually have to hike.
hopefully i can keep my sisters shopping so i can bag out of it.

Didn't we already do this?

disgusting amounts of drinking, swimming, grilling, bonfires.

oh, so i still have hope!

hehehehehe.

today: get off work at 1pm. clean my apt, it's a fucking mess because my roommates are messy and we've been too busy to organize the apt. maybe also time to start organizing my room? and do laundry. date #2 with new prospect is set for tonight.... going to the getty for summer nights @ the getty. john tejada is spinning. drinks. dancing. after, not sure what we're doing... just gonna play it by ear.

tomorrow: sleeeeeeeeeeeeep and do absolutely nothing. i haven't had time to myself in awhile. later, boozing it up and hitting up some warehouse party to see mark farina. party until the wee hours of the am.

sunday: i don't know. wherever the whiskey will take me....

monday: i don't know.

Today:

- Go to counselor, discuss my unniversary yesterday.
- Go home early, pick up sixer of beer, clean house, make presents for family.
- Get deaf during band practice.
- Call around, see if any ladies want to hang out tonight.

Saturday:

- Drive to Grapevine
- Hang out with fam-fam. Try to get my dad to drink with me. Take my bass guitar so I can jam with my dad a little bit. Avoid discussion of politics or religion.
- Siblings-only outing with my younger sisters (18 & 24).

Sunday:

- Bow out of going to church with my folks. Get in big fight with my father. Drive to somewhere that has a wifi signal, smoke cigarettes, drink coffee, and post about it on Obner.
- Hang out with the fam-fam.

Monday:

- Watch my baby sister graduate from high school.
- Realize that entering college freshmen this fall were born in 1988.
- Weep.
- Demand alcohol.
- Drive back to the A-TX.
- Monger.

tonight - maybe leave early, meet up with some folks for a friend's birthday happy hour, drink sensibly (!) and have a salad-- I'm trying to lose weight

tomorrow - no major plans, probably house stuff. Hopefully the Mr. will go to the Ministry concert with his pals and I can have the house to myself.

sunday - bike ride in the a.m. BBQ in the p.m.

monday - pedicures and lunch date/gossip session with 2 girlfriends.

Dear Diary,

It all started so innocently on a sunny afternoon, little did we know that an all consuming passion would grip us later that day.



*sorry dana*




Tonight: Heading to Daleville, AL where I will finally meet Loog's dad, The Colonel, and gain access to the inner workings of the "Compound" and it's mulitple kegs.

"If I die in the combat zone, box me up and ship me home."

That funny.