In our continuing report on summer at the Delaware beaches, the management sits among the pimply, headset-wearing online Doom players on a beautiful day. Actually, my basketball sits at my feet and I'm about to engage the locals in a lovely game of "that's not how we play in Brooklyn, Chad." But first: last night's house band and shot report. The venue was (if memory serves) The Rusty Rudder. Or maybe it was The Lighthouse. It doesn't matter. All look the same. All populated by fratty types with some serious desire to hear some Hootie, bro! The house band? CHORDEROY!! The shot? Redheaded Sluts (apparently some combination of Jagermeister and a chambourd-type fruity liqueur)!! Chorderoy, the most inventively spelled cover band NEVER, rocked the house with Dave Matthews Band and Kool & The Gang covers. Natch, "Play that Funky Music (White Boy)" was rocked. Which was made all the more special by the band's black lead singer(?). Redheaded Sluts had a fruity bouquet, and a finish that was indistinguishable from Robitussin. Drunkenness factor after two Redheads and three Lite Beers from Miller? Negligible. Totally cool to drive. Wife drove. Wise decision despite wife's ingestion of "mai-tai" indistinguishable from Kool-Aid.
Time on computer running out. Daylight wasting. Time spent thinking about work: 0:00. Time spent thinking about Six Feet Under episode missed: roughly 4 mins. Time spent missing New York: 2:00 (due to no possibility of seeing Euro Cup 2004 semifinals here).
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