Hamptons Debauchery: This was an interesting weekend to say the least. On Friday night, Dick Bianculli was in town. I haven’t seen him in quite some time. We did a number on Greenwich Village. Kicked things off at the Heartland Brewery, then moved the show to the Bleeker Street Bar, one of my old watering holes. These two girls from Strong Island were throwing themselves at the Kanakaraj/Bianculli tandem, but common sense eventually prevailed, sort of, and we left them high and dry to meet up with Chris Tempas and his new girlfriend Judy, at the Belgian Beer Bar. Saturday morning, I was out the door for the Hamptons. Paul, Jay and Chaz were already out there. As I arrived I was informed that the previous evening, not only did Paul barge in on Chuck and his girl with the video camera, he also doused Kanal with a fire extinguisher. Not only that, Chuck was too insecure to poop infront of his girl, so he decided he was just going to drop trough in the neighbors backyard. And it’s not like some college kids live there, this is the residence of an 80 year old man. Harnett saw his mess the next morning and said it was a mound of poo and tp, right in the middle of this guys yard. Regardless of all the shenanigans that took place earlier, I was looking forward to my weekend in the Hamptons with Chuck, Paul, Katie Matyas, Katee Frost, Juice, Harnett, all of the Sienna kids, including Pipes. We hung around the pool for a while, got a little saucy, watched the Jets season end before it even began as Chad Pennington broke his wrist and is out for 12 weeks, then went to this bar called the Drift. Now this place is much like most wild college bars, consisting of drunk girls dancing on the bar and people banging on the walls as the sounds of Bruce Springsteen echoed thought out Hampton Bays. It was a great time none the less. I had fun getting down with Katie and Frosty on the dance floor, and enjoyed banging on the walls until I almost broke my hand in the process. And I especially loved when Frosty dumped beer all over me. I really don’t remember coming home that night, which might explain why I don’t really remember why all of Harnett’s furniture was in the pool the next morning. Here are the pictures of the weekend…