After we were all completely tanked up last night, we decided around midnight that we should take our blankets and head to the beach, lay down and stare at the stars.  What fun that was, someone (and I think I know who) started to sing "Row Row Row Your Boat Gently Down The Stream", now what happens with this song is that one person starts and before they get to the end of that piece, the next person will start before the first person finishes, if you see what I mean.  Basically it ends up a whole messy mish mash of a bunch of drunk people singing with different depths of tune this one particular song.  Yeah OK, you'd have to of been there.....give me a break, it was fun.

SATURDAY
So I woke up with a dreadful headache, clammy mouth, gross breath and fucking freezing.  HHHEEELLLOOO, where's the gorgeous weather?  Seriously, it was bright out but really cold.  My decision to sleep in was totally due to the weather AND NOT  as some of you may think, of how I felt in my head...

When myself and Morpheus finally stirred everyone had left, not sure where, but they'd gone.  So we got ourselves organized, tried to warm up, but didn't attempt to use the outside shower...way to cold for that.  We slowly walked into town, Morpheus kept asking me if I needed to sit down as I looked pretty ill...thanks for the confidence man.  I was fine, so we slumbered and made a diversion to our old summer house on Atlantic Avenue.  As we approached we saw a tall, blonde (bottle one) sat in the porch, smoking a cigarette.  For some reason, she just made the place look cheap and tacky, and I assure you, it isn't.  That house is more like a lovely little romantic cottage, with small tables, small chairs, diddy bits of furniture all over the place.  It was a great house, and now it is no more with blondie fagging it.

As we approached Ocean Beach we saw Cricket and Run The Hun sat outside one of the nicer restaurants in the town, so of course we joined them and proceeded to drink heavily AGAIN.  Not sure why, it just seemed like a good idea.  So as they say the rest is history.  We continued to drink most of the afternoon, met up with Marbles and Woofie, then some other people that Cricket knew who asked if they could stay over...yeah sure, why not.  So we drunkenly shopped for more provisions, then headed back home.  I walked down with Christine, one of Crickets friends, when we got to the house, she was thrilled to see that we had a piano and stormed straight over and began to play and sing this fabulous tune.  I've never heard anything like it, she was brilliant.  When the others turned up they thought it was from a radio, and not from her.  So she sang again for them and everyone was a stunned and impressed as I.

She was really nice, way too much makeup on for Fire Island, more like Hamptons dress really, but a nice girl all the same.

I'm not sure what time I went to bed, but Morpheus got up when his mobile rang, it was Buddy Weiser who had gotten the last ferry out (around midnight I think) and was lost, so M went off to find him in the dark.  That's the thing about Fire Island, there's no street lights whatsoever, just the ones glowing from the surrounding houses.  It can be really spooky.  I think Buddy Weiser must have slept on the floor because by then all the rooms were taken....oh well!!

SUNDAY
Not a good day for me, seriously felt awful all day, could not shift it.  Then again, nobody else looked exactly peachy.  Marbles cooked again which was lovely, Woofie attempted to persuade me to have a margarita but the thought just made me sick.  I sat around, read the New York Times back to front, did some crosswords and then read even more.  I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, so I didn't.  Everyone on the other hand got second wind around 9pm and decided to drink like lunatics AGAIN.  I don't know how they do it, I couldn't face it today...no chance.  I ended up watching "Sleepless in Seattle" (mindless, easy watching tv) and went to bed.  That was a bad mistake because the rest of the house decided to play drinking games and got louder as the evening wore on. No I didn't come out and complain, that would of been miserable of me, as it was a holiday weekend after all. No I just lay in bed and thought about what method of murder I could commit for each one of them and how I could get away with it.  FINALLY, everyone drifted off to bed, also Morpheus who came cuddling next to me stinking of booze.  THEN, HE BEGAN TO SNORE VERY LOUDLY.  The temptation to suffocate him with my pillow was HUGE, but the thought of traipsing around Manhattan as a widower looking for potential husbands was to much for me to deal with...so I didn't.

MONDAY
I feel fabulous today, full of energy and spunk.  It's about 10:15am, still a bit chilly outside but a lot warmer than yesterday.  I made myself a coffee, peered into everyone's rooms, of course they were completely out of it from last nights debauchery (honestly, people are soo bad), sat outside drank and had my thoughts to myself.  I love to be by myself, it's peaceful, when I'm with others I speak and my voice is loud and travels great distances, don't like it.  That's why when I'm alone, I don't speak and it's nice and quiet.
I went to the room to change into my running gear (got to sweat off the booze somehow), Morpheus was up and wanted to jog with me.  We ran out by the next town Ocean Bay Park...yuck yuck yuck, it really is horrible there.  There were loads and loads of big black garbage bags EVERYWHERE, some were closed and others were split, the smell of beer was overwhelming as we were running through the town.  Basically this place is full of young spring break white trash, not other way to put it really.  We had fun running through, staring into everyone's houses and restaurants, there was no one over the age of 24 in the whole town, too young for my blood.  We hit the edge of OBP and headed back toward our little corner shop for breakfast goods and more papers.  Our jog was only 20 minutes, should of done 30, but I'm not very good at cardiovascular workouts, I get knackered too quickly.  The house was still quiet on our return but as soon as the bacon hit the fryer, everyone was up.....

Marbles and Woofie left this afternoon, can't blame them, the weather was still pretty lousy.  THE, it got good, about 3pm the sun broke through the clouds and it was hot enough to sit out on the deck, which is exactly what we did.  Cricket said she was still cold and sat next to me with her trousers, socks and fleece sweatshirt on, whereas I had on my bikini...go figure!!  I got a bit of color in my face, that was about it.

Buddy Weiser made a great meal tonight with leftovers from the weekend, which included chicken, squash, snow peas, onions, couscous all mixed together with a white sangria sauce...delicious.  I must get into couscous, it's much more appetizing than I thought it was.

We drank a little wine, and a little more sangria, played Wist then hit the sack.  What a great weekend.

TUESDAY
I think this morning was my favorite.  Buddy Weiser brought his neighbors Cocker Spaniel with him called Lacy.  She's a little angel and has been no trouble all weekend, except for the fact that Buddy Weiser kept feeding her from the dining room table last night...disgusting, I hate that, my Nana used to do that to her stupid big fat fucking dog!!
I was up pretty early this morning and wanted to get the newspapers and OJ etc.  I was hesitant to take Lacy with me because I was worried that she wouldn't of wanted a crap and I'm NOT doing the poop scoop...no no no.  I don't do that.  Anyway she must of taken the hint, as she then proceeded to go out to the back into the forest bit and do her do do's herself.  Good Girl!!
Still feeling chilly out I wore my jeans with snickers and Morpehus' sweater, grabbed Lacy's lead, took my coffee and we were off.  I honestly can't remember the last time I felt so at peace.  There was nobody around, all the weekenders had left the day before, back to the big city.  I didn't even bother putting on Lacy's leash, what was she going to do, lick someone to death??  We walked at a very slow pace, nodded good morning to the local workers, got the papers and strolled back.  Even the girl at the grocery store seemed mellow and peaceful, then again she was probably glad to see the back of all the weekenders as well.

My serenity didn't last long, everyone was up on my return.  I sound like I'm complaining, I'm not honestly, I just don't do that well spending that much time with a bunch of people.  Unless it's just me and Morpheus I tend to get a bit edgy and grumpy when I with other people for a long period of time, even when these particular people I consider my very good friends.  It's just me and my thing.....