Fri May 26, 2000 - 9:50pm

You cannot believe the fucking nightmare that we had to go through to get here today.  Basically we spent (myself and Cricket) $120 to get a car direct to the Fire Island Ferrie.
You see, this morning at 9:30am I was all ready to go, as was Cricket, we were excited, bubbly, pretty hysterical really.  You see ,we were absolutely confident that Buddy Weiser was going to pick us up at the appointed time, which was between 9:30 and 10:00 this morning.  Especially as he had been round to my house the night before and I had asked him TWICE, that he was positively, definitely going to be here....yes yes yes.  Great so everything should of been ok then.........NOT AT FUCKING ALL

So I'm waiting, 10:00am came and went, then at 11 he called to say he was on his way, which from the Bronx should of taken him between 30-60 minutes. Then at 12 I called him to check that he had left and he ANSWERED THE PHONE, well that was it, I told him that we'd see him on the island whenever he decided to get there.  Now myself and Cricket should of sensibly gotten the train out there, but we had so much shit with us that I knew that by the time we got to the ferry after getting through Penn Station (Fri lunch...please), then grappling with luggage on the train, then changing trains to get to Bayshore and eventually lugging ourselves onto little minicab, then onto ferry.  I DON'T THINK SO.

So what did they do? I hear you say, well let me tell you....we spent $120 on a car service, all the way to the ferry.  And I'll tell you, it was the best $60 I've ever spent.  Well worth it, as we were happy, apart from the fact that the guy who was driving us was a bit of a moron and insisted on staying within the speed limit.  I mean come on, even old grannies hit the pedal to the floor....please!!

So we're here and we're happy, I love this island sooo much, it soothes me

So as I'm writing this I' m feeling a little bit drunk on Woofie's Margharitas's. which I must tell you are absolutely divine, fabulous and really really strong. So Woofie's on the drinks and his girlfriend Marbles is in the kitchen cooking up a storm, whilst I'm sat here on my arse talking you guys and drinking large margharitas...my life is certainly fine....
Another house guest Run The Hun is serenading me with his Hawaiian music that he likes, actually it's pretty funky.

My friend Cricket is a little bit nervous tonight....she likes Run The Hun, but isn't that sure if she fancies him and I think she feels that this weekend is all about get naked and having sex, well it might be for me and Morpheus, however as far as I'm concerned the rest can do what they like.....not my problem.

NOTE: Did I mention that me and Morpheus are complete dickheads because we have been under the assumption that this summer house was 3 bedroom, when in fact it's actually 4.......dddddhhhhhhh!!!  Now I feel terrible because my friend Bitch and Irish wanted to come as well this weekend, but I said we had no room at the inn....bad person, feel bad.  Then again maybe that would of been tooo many people for the first weekend.

So the next page will be the whole weekend rolled into one segment, mainly because I haven't got the energy to write blow by blow daily accounts of what goes on this weekend, so I'll just round it up.  OK??