July 2009 Archives

I took these from a rooftop in Park Slope on America's 233rd Birthday.

Wow, more Gilgo wildness...

Last weekend, my man and I made our triumphant return to Gilgo Beach. I have provided you with valuable information about Gilgo before, and, if you like, you may peruse this information again here.

Why are there no shots of the beach this year, you ask? Well, it's because we spent about half of the day on the road in fucking traffic, and it was a blast, as you can see by my man's elated expression.



Btw, Gilgo now costs $30 per car. Wheeeeeee!!!
(Abstract and "trippy" photos of NYC at night, after the jump...)

Ahh, The Horror and The Beauty that is Coney Island. Yes, it's still here -- for now.

The next time you are in Hayward, Wisconsin, check out Fred Scheers' Lumberjack Show. (More awesomeness, including video, after the jump...)

Look at these stormy skies, just beyond The Intrepid (and retired Stealth Bomber). Hudson Terrace is over here too, and I heard it's cool, despite the douchey clientele that I see lined up outside.

The advertising industry is face paced and exciting, but don't be fooled! It's is alot of hard work as well.

Check out my man right here, hard at work getting his pointy-toe boots shined as his team watches with approval.

EITS played an excellent show, as expected. And it wasn't rained out either. Sure, the bass was trimmed down a bit, as not to carry from Summer Stage through Central Park and into the Homes of The Elite, but what can you do?

They closed with one of my favorites, The Only Moment We Were Alone from The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place, which I'm amazed is already 6 years old.

A word about Summer Stage -- there is food and drink, but no ATMs, so if you're a dumbass and roll up without cash, then you are screwed.

I'm not saying that happened to me and my man, I'm just saying. Can you imagine only have $9.50 between the both of you? That's good for one $7.00 beer, and you'd have to gayly share it. You'd be so desperate that you'd have to try to email the account guy that you work with, who you spotted entering the show, and hit him up for cash. Man, I'm glad we weren't those guys.