I Owe You Bitches So Much…
Yes, I know. So lets get on with it. We departed toward the Vineyard shore from NY early.
We started playing car poker with my tiny key chain set. Notice it there in the bottom corner. The cards are like one inch thick, its perfect for the ride.
Since we couldn’t really bring chips into it, the bets were all verbal, and the all in was just a hot dog on the boat, the maximum bet. You got some good cards, and you just say “HOT DOG!” and hope it all turned out all right. Sometimes you could raise it a beer instead.
John was down like eight hotdogs at one point, but came back towards the end to only owe three. Katz got aces twice and kings one. He stands as the undefeated master of car-hot dog poker.
After a Copiloto Joto (gay copilot in Spanish ((it rhymes))) move by Nick, not noticing that sleepy john was taking 91 instead of 95 at New Haven, we lost about thirty minutes. Luckily, we left early enough to make it to the New Bedford Fast Ferry.
In the shuttle bus, we thought that john had left his lights on so he had to go sprint and check, for no reason, since it wasn’t his car.
Not a bad ride, this new ferry I had never taken. Quick, and we get to skip the Cape traffic, though we do pay fifty bucks instead of ten.
Finally, we arrived. Glorious Martha’s Vineyard. My father picked us up and we dropped off the guys at Katz’ place.
Then Pops and I drove home, which includes another ferry ride. The Chappaquidick Ferry. This little peninsula, Chappy, is only connected to the rest of the island by a thin stretch of beach. But it comes close to touching at this point here.
And that’s where the overpriced, and undermanned ferry crossing happens.
Look at us go. This fucking thing closes at twelve am, which means I have had a Cinderella curfew my entire summer life. (it’s also the reason why the land my grandfather bouth in 1950 was so cheap).
Finally we arrive home. Home sweet home.
Dad and I get right to work cooking up and incredible meal.
Look at that. Aren’t you jealous of our epicurean skillz? Chicken with sautéed veggies, flavored rice, salad, and fresh island corn. MMMMMnnn Mmnn.
And take a look at my dad’s pimping watch bracelet.
It matches his wedding ring. Damn.
Finally, younger sister Caitlin arrives from her internship at the Vineyard Playhouse, where they are working her like a slave. (I must say that this is probably good for her).
The next day, I decided to take a photographic tour of Edgartown, the town nearest to my place. I hit the candy bazaar.
A kids’ heaven, and where my love of Swedish fish first started.
This girly girl store used to be a trinket shop of all sorts. Shot glasses in the shape of lighthouses, plastic shoveling equiptment, magnets with seagull on them, you get the picture. It was my second summer job, where they paid me to read, mostly.
Look at the quaint Main Street.
To your right, Island Breeze, my first summer job (after being a counselor at the theatre camp I used to attend).
I learned how to fold t-shirts like nobody’s business here, in the store where every single article of clothing says Martha’s Vineyard.
And finally, Summer Shades, my third summer job.
I had to clean all these glasses every time I closed shop. Not fun. But I did get some killer sunglasses.
And throughout these shitty jobs, I always ate lunch at the Edgartown Deli.
Home of the best steak and cheese on the island.
(and maybe the world, outside of Philly of course).
With a full belly I met my younger brother Thomas.
We saw War of the Worlds, which I did not like that much. The effects were good, but the story just falls apart.
For the evening activity I headed back to Nick’s house.
The sunset looked great.
And I met Daisy and Momo, cuteys that they are.
Another gourmet meal, this time with the Katzenbach Swordfish, pesto pasta, and a nice salad.
Everyone had a good time.
And afterwards, playing poker, Momo was all in.
The final full day there, I got up early and took pictures of my beach.
Our dock.
Shells and crabs.
The first house my Granddad owned, Good Ship.
The house my dad built right next to it (which we later sold), Two Shell and Five Periwinkles.
And my aunt Lolly’s house (whose name I forget, but it has a name, all these houses do).
Stepgrandma Laney was there with her friend Jackie.
Back at home I had breakfast with the familial crew.
Oh stop it, old foagies.
After dropping off my little sis, I stopped by the Japanese garden My Toi.
And the world infamous Dyke Bridge, where I certain Massachusetts senator took a dive.
Tom and I went all in on the Steak and Cheese again.
And for dinner, it was beach barbacue time.
The Katz crew made it out.
The meats were cooked.
John got cold, so he put on the tiny girl sweatshirt.
Brook enjoyed the view.
Nick and I caught the sunset between us, thinking this would be as good as it got. Little did we know.
Nice glasses, Man.
Nice shirt, Dad.
They both gave the same looks.
Just a couple of cool cats.
What?
You want a sunset?
(guest photographer Nick takes over for some of the better shots here.)
We do.
How about this.
“Nick, give me the Jesus.”
Now we got something.
Off the glasses even.
Oh, damn, we thought we had it before, but check this.
And this.
And this one off the guitar.
Nick just couldn’t stop.
What a cute couple.
Time for a fiddle guitar concert.
While the kids made smores round the fire.
Then Nick got lucky and caught someone else’s flash for a cool effect.
The younger set made a night out of it, and went out to the bar.
Where I was bet to go over to a table full of girls, pull my Alien (the movie) hand knife trick (with a mechanical pencil) and then twist my moustache while saying “there’s more where that came from at that table.”
We should have planned it better and got a reaction shot of the girls, but whatever, the people present will remember and laugh. Best ten bucks I ever made.
The last day, and Tommy and I finally jammed.
But, sadly, it was time to go home. John and I made the long drive home.
Into the sunset.
Thanks, Martha’s. Another weekend well done.
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