Let’s see….the weekend recap:

Friday: I arrived at J-Dog’s Squan chalet early enough for us to get primed well before leaving the house. It was not long after I arrived that I learned that Slerm had brutally disrespected my 30th Birthday gift to him (more on this later). The team hit Leggett’s early-style where they proceded to obtain barstools and embibe themselves in brews and SoCo. The seating arrangements were clutch; strategic even. Et Tu was extremely popular with members of the female persuasion that night. Sometime between early and late we decided to leave the bar, at which point Slerm quickly demolished two chicken fajitas (his own and RJ’s). It was at this point that Slerm ceased to be Slerm and became Slermzilla. Slermzilla immediately began to tear through the streets of Squan with reckless abandon on a journey which would ultimately end in heartache for many. While I will not fully discuss the consequences of his rampage at this time, I can say that there were definitely individuals left within his wake that woke up the next day feeling: 1. Angry, 2. Confused, 3. Dumbfounded, 4. Without Tunes or 5. All of the above. Eventually, Slermzilla was coralled back at the chalet, but before he could be tranquilized, he took one final blow at my 30th Birthday Gift, injuring himself in the process. 🙂

Saturday: After a very difficult morning and afternoon, I was scooped up by the Finch to begin our preparation for the evening’s viewing of the Dirty Dozen Brass Band at Maxwells in Hoboken. We made our first stop to pick up Jill and Mareid in Montclair, however, their lack of air conditioning was adding a signficant amount of time onto their necessary preparation period. Conor and I quickly mosied on down to South Park for some refreshment. Once we were joined by the girls, we quickly rolled over to Belleville to scoop up the Killah “From the Ali-Frazier-Manilla” Dave where I found a mean new mix-cd waiting for me. The evening’s team, almost complete, then headed to Hoboken. We made our next stop in McMahon’s (i think) to pick up Brian (sp?) from Datapipe; coincidentally (or not), this dude works with Jimmy and Finch and happens to be the roommate of Ryan, and both of them hail from Lawrence, Kansas which was right near Kansas City where I worked for about six months. Brian described Lawrence, Kansas as an island in a sea of crap. Back to the story. We all then headed to Maxwells, where we found it was 10:30 and the first show was still going. After a few songs, the band stopped for their intermission and we headed into the lounge area where things started to get ugly. Then, to our surprise, Todd and Nicole showed up out of nowhere. That was a good surprise. The band returned about 11:30 and played for another two hours, after which we headed back to that other bar where we met Brian. We stayed there until the end, at which point we called a cab to take us back to Montclair. The poor soul that scooped us up would have the worst next hour of his life as Jill proceded to take him on a tour of north jersey in the pouring rain while the rest of us drifted in and out of sleep.

Sunday: I cannot say how long it finally took us to get home, but I think it was almost 3. It was a nice relaxing father’s day at my house though, I can’t complain.