East coast trip days 6 & 7 & 8: Drinking at the in-laws’ in rural Vermont


This is Vermont, near where Christian’s folks live. Yep, that bitchin’ car there is a lifted station wagon. Note also the fall colors. Did you know looking at orangish leaves in New England is in itself a pastime? I know, weird, right? (I know my fellow Californians feel me on that.) Well it gets better, cause this pastime is known as LEAF PEEPING. I seriously don’t even know where to begin with that and no it is NOT just me, that shit sounds perverted as all hell. Read more »


My First Time


Everyone remembers the first time they got drunk (at least the fact that it happened, anyway). I’m not talking about the 13 years-old time you had a couple ounces of something with your friend in your room after your parents went to bed. I am talking about the first time you get bona-fide, rip-roaringly, falling-down drunk. For some people this doesn’t happen until freshman year of college, for others it comes at a disturbingly young age. I was more in the middle of the age spectrum when I first let my enthusiasm get the best of me.

It was actually a pretty epic experience, in retrospect. A family friend invited a bright eyed and bushy-tailed, 15 year-old version of yours truly to go with them on a chartered bus trip to a gig his band was playing out at Hampton Beach in New Hampshire. There was one “responsible” parent that came along with a bus full of underaged enthusiasts-in-training (although, to be fair, some of them already had full-blown enthusiasm issues), who, rather than being a draconian chaperone, ended up buying us booze after the show.
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