Wow: What do you get when you take 4 dudes, 1 girl, a Jeep Wrangler and let them loose in tropical paradise?...A good time. Our trip was amazing. I am usually relieved when I end a vacation, but I am full blown depressed that I have to come home to a monsoon, rather than remain in tropical paradise. This trip was special in many ways. Me, Paul, Jay and Buch have been going away for camping events for close to 8 years now. This was the first big trip we have done. And in all honesty, we did it up right. Everything came out perfect. We rented two villas on the beach. 4 floors, 4 bathrooms, 4 decks, 6 beds, 5 people. All you had to do was roll out of bed and you were on the beach. The roster was amazing. The Katee Frost factor was welcomed with open arms. Not only was it great to have her there so we didn't have to rub lotion on each others backs, but she really is a fun, sweet, laid-back, open-minded girl who would make a fine addition to any roster. With all that said, I'm sure the over/under for the amount of days it goes before she starts ignoring us again in somewhere in the 1.3-1.41 range. The best part about this vacation was that I got to do everything I wanted. There was plenty of time to chill and hang out, I went Jet-Skiing, we took a (dobbs) ferry to St. John for the day, went snorkeling, went out to fine restaurants, hit the beach, and went out at night... It's not like family vacations where you are stuck on a rigid schedule that's been planned out for 3 months. I think a big part of it was everyone was cool enough with everyone else to split up. Paul and Jay took a ton of video. As soon as I can get it, I'll post it. For now, my pics are here. Also, the voting is not in yet, but it looks like the MVP might be won by either John Buchalter or the Jeep Wrangler.

Paradise At Last: Usually I'm in a bad mood when I have to wake up at 5am, but I feel that tomorrow I can make an exception. We depart from JFK to St. Thomas for 6 days and 5 nights of fun in the sun. Stay tuned for updates with video and pictures. If you need to get in touch with me, write a note, stick it in a bottle and shove it where the sun don't shine....also known as the Long Island Sound.

God Dammit!: I wrote this whole speil about the Bias Ply album release party, but accidently wrote over it, so now it is lost forever. Just to refresh the memory, we were entertained by the comedic talents of "Chucklin" Chuck Busetel, then circle danced to the folky sounds of John Buchalter. After that, we vibed out to the rap/fusion of Black Light Music. Finally, Mike Cooper and Bias Ply took the roof down with some soft contemporary rock. The after-party was at DoubleDays, where everyone and their Mother showed up at. Here are the pics.

Happy Birfday to meee!: Today I turn the big two-six. Not a great thing, but I guess I can deal with it. Just like clockwork, majority of my friends and family forgot it again... At this point, I don't even care anymore. Also born on this day, Samantha Morton, Dennis Rodman, Bea Aurthur, and Harvey Keitel.

Wiffleball....the American Dream: I came across this link on this site call Orange Ride. I guess it's maintained by this dude whose brother used to live in my old house in college. Anyway, he had this link up and I felt it was my duty as a die-hard Wiffleball fan and player to post this. I guess some dude is doing a legit documentary on the passion and embedded roots of Wiffleball in the lives of young people. For those of you who don't know, a Wiffle ball is that funny plastic ball with about 10 slots on half the ball. When you throw it, anyone can get Barry Zito-esque drop on their pitches. Over the past few summers, I have developed a nasty cutter that's damn near un-hittable. Paul and I used to play in our backyard (aka: Jacobs Field), until we got too old and big for decent competition. That's when Ethan Schapira strolled on the scene. Ethan’s backyard is massive, and it's quite a reach even for most 20-something, out-of-shape losers to jack balls out of the park. For the past 3 summers, Ethan’s backyard has been the site of some memorable Wiffleball games. Whether it be Jon Buchalter’s 17 inning shutout masterpeice, Paul Kanakaraj and his walk off grand slam in extra innings, Ethan’s cat-like instincts in the field, Jay Camhi's junk repertoire, or my 14 K but still got the L performance, Wiffleball greatness marks the upper echelon of any bragging right amongst my friends. Anyway, according to the site, this dude is looking for stories about Wiffleball, so if you have game, or think you have game (Lactose, I know you're reading this), write them and maybe the DF crew can squeeze their way in this film.

Three days and counting: According to this article, I have only three more days until I have fully grown up. I guess they say that an average American person becomes an official grown up at the age of 26. This sucks, there is so many things I want to do that I don't want to be held accountable for...oh well, maybe next lifetime... Looks like I have only three days to get a steady job, get married, raise a family, have kids, shave my goatee, buy a house, and have my life completely suck...

Brother, can you spare $1.3 million?: I'm telling you, eBay is the Mecca for all things ridiculous. I found this today; for a mere $1.3 mil you can own Brett Favre's mansion in beautiful Green Bay, Wisconsin. I guess if you throw in an extra $50, he'll autograph the breakfast nook. But can you really put a price on pooping in the same toilet as an NFL Hall of Famer?

Two Big Updates!!!: 1. PK finally came though on the bet he made in Novemeber. For those of you who are not aware, after Syracuse dramatically beat Notre Dame on a trey from Gerry McNamara with 1.8 left. PK was so hyped, he declared that if Syracuse won the National Championship, he would run around naked. Well, last night he did it. Jay has video footage to come so stay posted. Once we get this into MPEG I'll post the video. 2. I added three new mug shots to the Pictures section.

'Cause Mr. Charlie Told Me So: So Juice Camhi passed the word along that the Dead were playing in Camden this summer. I know what you're thinking, didn't they die in high school? Well, to an extend you are right. But the remaining members got back together and are touring as the Dead. Anyway, we ordered up 6 tickets and they finally came yesterday. I actually have not been this excited to see a concert since I was brain washed by Phish in college. Music has come and gone in my life, but the Grateful Dead have been a constant and probably will always be one as well. It’s not even the music specifically, but more the memories that came from it. It got me thinking about the days in college when I could throw in a Dead tape, and forget about the problem of the minute, or the beautiful Fall afternoons in Syracuse when Pat and I would sit on my porch and crank the music and just relax. I remember spending countless hours learning how to play Eyes of the World, Weather Reports Suite and China Cat Sunflower. I also remember the countless hours Buchalter and I would spend at the Rockefeller Estate with our guitars jamming away to Jack Straw and the Eleven. For some reason or another, during those times, I can always look back and smile, and I guess that is what still connects me with the Dead. So far Camhi, Buchalter and Paul are confirmed on this roster, and according to Juice we might have Katie Matyas and Katee Frost with us as well. But if they back out, which seems to be a recurring trend (Frosty), I’ll make a post and who ever wants them can get them, as long as you don’t mind running around with the Vibe Tribe...

Fore!: I saw this one on eBay and I felt I had to post this. Some boob paid over $5,000 to caddy for porn legend Jenna Jameson. Now, I thought I should chime in here. I caddied for close to seven years, and even earned a scholarship for college because of it. But to pay money to lug someone’s bags around just because they are hot is just a bit too much. Come on, do you really think she's going to touch you after you have been basting in the hot sun for 4 hours and have sweat coming out of orifices you didn't even know you had? Do you think she’s going to touch you period? And the worst part is that it cost you five f—king G’s!