Day 2 (Sunday, July 27)

(10:30AM)

It’s a new day, ladies and gentleman. Little did I know, but last night was suppose to be a surprise graduation party for me (although, just now on further recollection I do remember my mom saying way back when that my graduation party would be during vacation. My bad.) [note: I just went back and reread that sentence. It originally read “…last night was suppose to be a HAPPY graduation party for me…” Where the hell did THAT come from?] Between sleep depravation, too much caffeine, and too much beer (about a six packs worth, although I wasn’t really counting all that well) everything is a little fuzzy. I was very alert for all of that though, thank god. I must have gotten a second wind or something after reaching a certain hour of no sleep.

Anyway, what happened last night? Well, first I rode my bike over to my aunts’ place, but as I couldn’t remember exactly where it was, I rode around half of Cape May Point before discovering that their house was indeed like, 50 feet away from our house. People were walking back and forth all night. Whoops. I must have gotten in right after Tiger and her family got in, so my dad and I helped them move in, and then we sat around drinking beers and talking for a while.

What was kind of interesting is that you can tell now that my cousins, Matthew (12) and Susan (14) have hit puberty finally. While they still play with Beanie Babies (although, I must admit, for a while I was joining them in the launching of the beanie babies down the second floor railing) you can tell that their voices are changing and they are a little bigger now. (I never really realized that girls’ voices started to get a little deeper like guys’ do, but I guess thinking back on that I should have realized that.)

Anyway, after a while we brought the party over to our house for food, which was quite good (for dinner my mom had made pork kabobs, grilled potatoes, tomato and mozzarella, and coleslaw, plus some baguette and spreads for while we waited). We all talked more, had some fun. My aunt Tiger gave me a card and check for $100 (score). A good time had by all.

And then at 9:30 I crawled into bed and passed out for 12 hours.

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My “Job” at Cape May is to get the paper (The Philadelphia Inquirer) every morning. I usually take my bike and ride around for a while, enjoying the cool mornings, before getting the paper either from the machine outside of the Post Office (most mornings, but not Sunday, since by the time I get up it is already long gone there) or the small store off of the park. Every year it seems I forget how to get onto a bike with my backpack filled with a newspaper. I mount the bike and go to sit my ass down, but there is no where to sit down because of the misplaced bag, making me look like a total tool when I’m about to embark home. I got it thought, with little injury to myself or others.

I’ve now completed that task, eaten my Cocoa Puffs, and gotten my journal entry in. On to the day!