I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

Yesterday, Labor Day, Kirk and I went out to Hallie Unlovable’s mom’s house for a barbecue. She’s housesitting the house for the summer, in Croton Harmon on the Metro-North. It was a pretty easy trip and although I didn’t really know any of the people there, it was pretty ok.

The day turned awesome when we went down to the Croton river—where the local high school kids go to drink as evidenced by the broken beer bottles admist the rocks. The lifeguard on duty was pretty unhappy that 30+ people showed up 10 minutes before he was going to end his last shift of the season, and we ended up illegally swimming another hour after he took off (we hid in a different part of the river, away from the sandy beach) until it got too dark. Despite warning that the water was going to be really really cold, it was fine… brisk and clear. We had the whole river to ourselves in the middle of this wooded park. So lovely..

This entry was posted on Tuesday, September 6th, 2005 at 1:05 pm and is filed under Progress.