For those of you whom I told I as going on a mystery vacation for my birthday, it was Martha's Vineyard. A buddy of mine is a very rich man with very rich parents and my cousin and I crashed at their house for five days. I was there about nine years ago with the same family but I was fifteen. Now I can drink. We had a blast. Highlights include but are not limited too...
- Jumping off the bridge at State Beach.
- Eating swordfish for my birthday dinner.
- Waiting 45 minutes in a line for a dirty banana. Google that sh*t. It's amazing and is made by a true bred professional. The dude bought a house on the island because he works seven days a week making these drinks. He tastes every single batch to make sure it's perfect before he pours. Professional.
- Got blacked out drunk drinking four of said dirty bananas. I threw ice at a famous hockey player (Brad Marchand) and yelled "five for icing!" This sin't funny because it makes no sense. I don't watch hockey, but apparently it was funny because the bar laughed. I got asked to leave for throwing ice at the dude. I didn't make ESPN.
- Came home one night to realize that we left the door open to the bottom half of the house. There must have been at least 200 moths, mosquitoes, flies, beetles, demons, hell bugs, and various others in there. It was five in the morning so we just had to sleep upstairs. In the morning it took us an hour to vacuum/massacre those bugs. It was interesting.
Overall it was pretty relaxing and amazing. I saw the most stars I've ever seen before in my life. I saw the f*cking mily way galaxy and sh*t. You just don't get that thirty minutes away from NYC. I loved it. Good to be back though.