Where's Goldie

Where's the guy that used to stay up all night with us, the night before the beach, so we could sleep all day on the beach? Where's the guy that drank a warm beer with us, from the old blue station wagon in the parking lot- on that beach we slept on all day? Where's the guy that spyed a camper, likely drinking a cold beer, in the dunes with us on that beach? Where's the only other guy that know can decipher the meaning of brown M&Ms versus Skittles? Where's our old pal Goldie?

Reality? What?

You know, when I was at camp, I enjoyed it fully. I mean, we bent some rules and broke others, but when it came down to whether or not the campers had a good time, we always had fun. It was such a small amount of people that became so close in such a short period of time. It's not really like "real life."

I don't know, maybe there should be more to life than just doing what is necessary. When I think of sitting around a camp fire or playing a game of Yoshi, I remember feeling as though there were possibilities. Maybe this has nothing to do with camp whatsoever. But, I get the feeling, now after being a professional for quite some time, that there is something missing. I didn't have that feeling back at camp. What's missing? What makes "real life" so different?

I'm not really sure what kind of post this is to tell you the truth. I just think that there has got to be more to life than sitting at a desk, typing things in to a computer all day. Thoughts?

Camp Frank A. Day Rap

"I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe, if your girl steps up I'm smakin' the ho!"

Word -- beeeeeeyotch! "git git"

Friendly's

Just went to a Friendly's and remembered Ben Korman sticking two packs of camel unfiltered cigarettes in his mouth. Why? Why not? Of course nothing beat a Fribble and playing a round of Smash TV.

I recall a bunch of us hanging out in front Friendly's (maybe McDonald's) attempting to be Tom Cruise in the movie Top Gun. We would take turns singing "you've lost that loving feeling" to women walking in -- Of course it never worked -- ... shoot -- we wouldn't have known what to do if it had! As Roscoe in Dukes of Hazard would say "git git"

Want some gum?

Chew my bum!!!

HAHAHA. . . I was thinking of all the times that we raided the canteen at camp and how I used to like to mix good and plenties with birch beer.

There's a random thought.

edit: chew my bum was created by Corky Sanders.

Adventures of Panama City

Want to buy some weed? ---- uh no... Want to smoke some .... uh okay --- "she tried to push me off the bridge!!!" Higlights: Harpoon Harry's, Gray Nipples, dead frogs and contents of black film cylinder [beer schmeer!!!]! Phrase of the week "that's bullshit! give us our fuckin' deposits back!!!!!! Famous puking sounds of bamf : aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ----- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!! Bridge of dreams baby, bridge of dreams! "I feel great, I can drive all night ----ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ "Watch out!!!" "Anyonelse want to drive?"

In a word? EPIC!!!!!!!!

The Cure

The Cure, General Public, U2, Tears for Fears, New Order .... and several other bands -- are all bands that I never would have listened to --but for camp. Singing lyrics to New Order, as me, Dan and Ron were headed to Riverside Park or to the Beach, etc. reminds me of how fun times used to be back in the late 80's!!!! Its been almost 20 years and this music still brings me back to the days of Camp Day. I think I'll go over to youtube and listen some New Order!