coney island shopping

In my last post I forgot to mention Coney Island's vast and bountiful discount shops. We visited one called Mermaids that was having a BLOWOUT SALE. Apparently blowout means your store smells of mold and you sell things that make people extremely uncomfortable.



Wherever this kid's parents are now, I hope they feel REALLY bad. I don't want to know what kind of commotion is going on in an 8 year old's fashion briefs.


I bet commotion uses these pens at school. He's probably had more wedgies than every Star Trek Convention attending kid in the world combined.

most eventful day ever

Coney Island is by far the coolest place I have ever been in NY.

Where else would you go to eat the best hot dogs in the world?


Or meet a man who makes his living shoving his arm up the ass of a very real looking toy Beaver...

Or get to see this guy building beautiful sand castles...

Or shoot...

the freak.

I mean it is, after all the home of the Warriors and everyone knows they are way cooler than the Turnballs, The Baseball Furies, The Orphans, The Gramercy Riffs, The Boppers, The High Hats, The Electric Eliminators, The Locos, The Meatpackers, The Savage Huns, The Moon Runners, The Go Hards, The Panzers, The Satan Hunters, The Night Riders, The Stilletos, The Terriers, The Yo-Yo’s, The Shangai Sultans, The Boyle Avenue Runners, The Gladiators, and yes even The Home Boys.

porn star grabs boob, boyfriends face explodes

My new friends from the “Wack Pack” were guest bar tending at Black Fin last Friday night and invited the bf and myself to come. We imagined a dingy little dimly lit bar on the Upper East Side with Yankees game on the TV and plenty of free beer. Perfect, we’re in.

We arrive at separate times, I first and am immediately astonished at the amount of people waiting in line at the surprisingly upscale bar. I finally get past the huge bouncer and weave my way through the throngs of collared turned up polo shirted Guido snobs, girls wearing pearls and sweater tanks, and Abercrombie & Fitch assfucks. It was truly the worst crowd ever. They looked like they had just gotten off the boat from Jersey, full of attitude, Lance Armstrong bracelets, and gallons of hair gel.

This place blows.

So I meander around the block looking for a better bar in which to watch the Yankee game.

The bf calls; he has just arrived to the Black Fin and is telling over the phone me how badly it sucks. We agree and end up meeting in the middle. We luckily, randomly, astonishingly find the best bar EVER. It’s called the Upper Deck, an older crowd, pool tables, nice bar tenders, and $25 all you can drink (top shelf) during any Yankee game.

But the best part was when I left the Upper Deck to run back to Black Fin to see how the guys were doing and I got Tabitha Stevens to feel me up. When I showed this picture to the bf his face exploded off of his head.

high pitch eric

Living in New York City I often encounter famous people and sometimes even have the opportunity to hang out with them. I am NOT a star freak or anything of the kind. I could care less what Jessica Simpson eats for breakfast, how big Lindsey Lohan’s anorexic shits are, or how Tom Cruise is nearly 2ft shorter than Katie Holmes.

Who really cares. Not me, but when you get to drink beer with Jimmy Fallon and Shooter McGavin, that’s pretty fun.

Last night, by far, was the best celebrity encounter I have had as of yet. Many of you will question this person’s status as a celebrity, but believe you me; he was as famous as the president last night after the Yankees Game when we met him.

Hanging out in the bowling alley/ bar across from Yankee Stadium after a very awesome game against Cleveland last night my friend hears this voice and immediately recognizes the tight whiney girlish Michael Jackson voice as High Pitch Eric from the Howard Stern Show.

If you are unfamiliar with him you can check this site for a full description of him as a member of Howard Stern’s Wack Pack. He is #6 down on the list. http://psychcentral.com/psypsych/The_Wack_Pack

I must say Eric was one of the nicest if not most outwardly retarded people I have ever met. He was with some friends, a guy who I think is a former Wack Pack named something like Drunk Irish guy, and a girl Katherine who works with handicapped children, fittingly enough.

Anyway, they were all totally cool people. We made plans for them to come play on my office softball team and I will be bringing High Pitch to every party I go to this summer. He even gave me his # and made me promise NOT to give it out. So the number is 917-563...
just kidding.

Here are a few pics from last night, enjoy.