Gotta bunch of cool pics on my phone, so I'll unload of few on you guys now, I guess. First - best ballpark in the world.
Apparently I got engaged a couple months back at a late night diner. Approx time: 4 am. They let me help make donuts, and serve coffee too. Shirtless. Couldn't have been sanitary.
This is the bathroom of the SPORTS BAR in my buddy's new HOUSE. As in, a personal residence. He's rich.
This was taken from my girlfriend's balcony. It's the result of the Nor' Easter that came through 1.5 weeks ago. We didn't have a jet ski or a canoe, unfortunately.
While going through my outbuildings and cleaning them out today I came across this forgotten treasure: I knew it was old, but I had no idea how old. I figured it was about 100 years old, but a guy that knows about such things informed me it was at least 200 and probably closer to 250 years old. He tried like hell to buy it from me, but until I can figure out what it's worth I'm holding on to it. I wish I could remember the where, when, & why I originally bought it and what the hell I payed for it. I'm finding so much crap I forgot I had it's not even funny.
I'm cleaning my hard drive and found a few interesting pictures from this summer. The first is from The Myrtles Plantation. I believe the girl's name was/is Tiffany. I befriended her and her husband the night we stayed there. He and I got shit house drunk and spent most of the night trying to antagonize the ghosts and scare the shit out of the women folk. We succeeded in scaring the girls, but the damn ghosts were probably afraid our antics. But that's not the point of the picture. If you look at it you'll notice the single hung floor to ceiling window that if opened she could walk through. Southern air conditioning circa 1794. Picture #2 is my niece at The Myrtles. She was checking behind the chair to see if there was a ghost behind her. Apparently I had her a little freaked out. A 215 year old room where children have died...what an awesome place to spend the night: (Who's fucking idea was it for us to stay here? Oh yeah...it was mine.) No, we didn't share the bed, get your minds out of the gutter. Looking down the hallway outside our room: (If the the floor looks to sag a bit that's because it does. It was a major balancing act trying to navigate that floor fucked up with the lights off.) For those of you who have no idea what The Myrtles Plantation is Here ya go. Personally I like the picture I took of the place better then the one they use though:
What happens to a $4,000 carbon fiber rim and carbon-ceramic brake disk when it meets low rider skill, cold tires and a K-rail? This: Note: Not my bike, I was in The Mini that day.
A few weeks ago I went back to the home town and went out with a couple of friends. We went to a pub that had karaoke going on, and it was being run by the strangest Axel Rose wannabe I've ever seen in my life. He was the epitome of Southern Trailer Trash, and you could tell that he's been dreaming of being Axel for his entire life. When he closed the night with a solo rendition of a GNR tune, he had the Axel "slink" down pat. Here's a pic of one of my friends posing with him. We ended up calling him Joe Dirt for the night. EDIT: Found another pic with him rocking the fatigues.
Last week I was working in my home-office and I heard an air plane flying pretty low over my lake. And it kept getting lower, and lower, and lower. Engine was down, maybe idling, but this was NOT normal. I ran out just in time to see the plane go full-power at about 25' off the water, and climb out. I was relieved, and went back inside to go to work. And then it happened again. And again. And again. Turns out that they were filming a movie from the beach across the way, so it was all good. I even managed to snag a pic of it on its last run. That night I wasn't feeling well, so I fell asleep on the couch watching some TV. Now, living out in the middle of nowhere, it gets fucking DARK when the sun goes down. So imagine my surprise when, at 11pm, my living room lights up like I'm about to be abducted by aliens. It freaked the hell out of me, and I was more than a little disoriented for a few minutes. Eventually I realized that they must still be filming the movie on the lake, so I went down to my dock to check it out. They had a fake fuselage hanging from a crane, and were shaking it up, down, and around, all while the entire lake was lit up like crazy. The pics don't do it justice, nor do they capture some producer type yelling across the lake at me to stop pissing off my dock, and could I please get out of the background?
I WIN THE SCAVENGER HUNT!!! This is a real (un-photoshopped) picture of the speed limit sign on the way to the dump near my ex-mother-in-law's house. I'm seriously thinking of going over there at night and stealing it and putting it up at my shop.