i had an all-out american vacay straddling labor day (2nd most patriotic holiday after july 4th) and september 11th (which beats out a bicentenial independence day in the number of flags and prejudiced attitude).
it started with a lovely wedding in southern virginia, near roanoke. the post-rehearsal dinner bar had strict rules of attire, enforced by a tattoo'd gent with arms the size of my thighs. his sleeves were ripped off like he was the hulk. doesn't that count as "cutoffs?" he wasn't in the mood for humour.
my brother remarked several times that the place was not crowded because of number of people, it was mostly due to the size of their asses. so true.
|it's stonehenge, just made out of foam.|
|stonehenge took 1500 years and 600 men. foamhenge took 4-5 mexicans a weekend.|
|manhattan or new england?|
|...and dipping my feet into the long island sound.|