Upon getting home from Vegas, we only had a few hours to clean up before we went to the Garden State Arts Center with our best pals R&J to see Opie and Anthony’s traveling virus. In case you were wondering, it’s a comedy show that was headlined by Carlos Mencia, and Jim Norton. We were so freaking tired from the flight that we just kind of laid there like manatees. We sat back in our beach chairs, drank beer out of paper cups and laughed all night…Otto and George, Bob Saget, Rich Vos, Bob Kelly, Bill Burr, Patrice O’Neil, and my boy Norton all absolutely killed.

The only thing that could make me laugh more than Jim Norton would be Al Sharpton choking to death during a
press conference.

                                                    
Anything other than sitting there like lumps..just was not an option                                    the Cowgirls

                                                                                   What?!?...WHAT?!?

The next weekend we took a trip up to Rochester NY to claim some furniture that Jane’s parents had in storage up there. The plan was to fly up, rent a U-Haul, and drive home with the furniture…great plan, except that I did not know that you had to make a reservation for a rent-a-truck. As it turned out, that was the weekend that all of the kids were heading back to college, and there wasn’t a truck to be had anywhere. I just might be the biggest moron on the face of the earth. Here we were, in upstate NY with a storage room full of furniture, and no way to get home. What a shithead.  Of course the brains of the Dick and Jane operation came up with the only viable solution. Although we had vowed never to drive one of these things, we wound up renting a mini-van (like a couple of loser soccer parents) and cramming as much of this stuff in there as we could, and drove home like Ma and Pa friggin’ Kettle.

               Escaping Rochester with our lives.                                                  I don't think they had this in mind when they                                                                                                                                               designed  a mini van.

Tim Horton's Doughnuts Rule..

           Soccer Mom                                 I don't understand how people can live                Hey..nice melons.

                                                                                 without COFFEE

O.K….so after our mini-van experience it was time for more debaucherous fun, and there was another lifestyles party to attend the next weekend thrown by our pals P&J. Since the lifestyles convention in Las Vegas, we hadn’t seen any action like this, so we were really up for it. The best thing about these parties is that you are able to hang out with people who you just don’t get enough time to see normally since we all have these annoying day jobs. Since none of us are related to the Hiltons, we have to settle for as many of these parties as we can.

             Is this the Loenstein Barmitzva?                     Totally danced out                        Jane found an AC Vent

          What do you mean I have had enough?                                                         Okay where is the after party?