Well, yesterday, I got to do one of my most favoritest things in the world: play beach volleyball! It’s awesome! It’s the only sport I (1) truly love, (2) understand all the rules for and (3) am kind of (but not really very) good at.

Before I go on, can I take a second to mention how cool the Psychedelic Furs were? Totally cool. That song, “Pretty in Pink”, which I am listening to right this second, is totally kickass!

Okay, back to yesterday. Yeah, yesterday was a fun day. Drew and I met up with a few of his friends, and took a million different trains to get down to Coney Island (which I found out is not an island at all). It took probably upwards of an hour and a half to get down there, and the trains were just packed with annoying people. It was really a horrible ride down, and made me wish that I had just stayed home.

Oh, the reason we were going down there was to see the “Siren Festival” which is some free concert dealy sponsored by the Village Voice and whatnot. Anyway, I wasn’t really excited about it, because it was just a bunch of middle range bands that were not that exciting or worth seeing. But, my rationale for going was that it would be nice to spend the day outside, and maybe kick it down at the beach for a while. Lucky for me, that completely panned out. Oh, and I wanted to pick up a nice sunburn too. But I just haven’t been able to score one. I’ve tried maybe 5 or 6 times so far this summer, but nothing. Barely even a tan. I mean, a little one, but nothing to speak of.

Anyway, right, so we got down there and it was just totally chaotic and crowded and I remembered suddenly that I hate things that are crowded and chaotic, and immediately resigned myself to having an awful few hours, and then going home. We saw this all girl Swedish “punk” (yeah right) band called Sahara Hotnights. Who were just awful. Everyone is like “Oh but they’re so hot!” And like, I don’t know. Maybe they were, I couldn’t really see them that good. But seriously, like who cares. If I want to see hot girls, I will ride around on the subway or walk around Williamsburg, then I don’t have to be exposed to lame-o fucking crapped out fake punk rock.

Okay, so after that the day started turning around. We went down to the boardwalk, and Drew mentioned how he wanted to get some really greasy disgusting food. So being uncreative, we just got some hotdogs and fries, but they did the trick, and were deliciously bad. It was right then that things started to get fun. Then, we all walked down to the water, some of us with our shoes off, wading in the waves and stuff. But then everybody all chickened out when they saw some garbage in the water. Babies. It’s still a pretty nice beach, so whatever.

Then we walked along the water a while, sat down, and played with sand and shit. It was great. Then, Drew and the girls went off to see some shit-ass other band called the Datsuns, and I was like, “Alright guys, I have to go play some beach volleyball now, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

And off I went. It was fun. We didn’t really have like a real game, or rules or scoring or rotation or anything. Mostly just keeping a volley going and stuff, which was pretty fun, and good because there was a big range of skill levels there and whatnot. Oh, and one thing I would like to mention. There was this dude, who only had one arm playing, right. And the arm that he did have was one of those deals, where its like half an arm really, with a couple weird fingers at the end of it. When you first look at him, you’re like, what? This guy is gonna play volleyball? Impossible! But man! He could really wail that thing around, and had like really good aim and power with it. It was totally nuts.

Then yeah, what else… That’s pretty much it for Coney Island. The beach volleyball put me into this super awesome mood and I just felt alive and fantastic the rest of the night. Then we came back, and made some food at this girl Katy’s house. And I bought a huge ten dollar bottle of chardonnay, and made sure I got loaded. It was really a super fun time, even though I don’t love hanging out with all those kids Drew’s friends with. They are just not my bag. But anyway, yeah, it was fun, and the night ended with me laying up on their roof, drunk on wine, looking up at the stars, feeling really good and happy and satisfied.

Today I am ALL SORE from the volleyball. But see, I was like running and jumping and diving and rolling around in the sand as much as possible. When I play beach volleyball, I am not about decency or decorum. I am about going nuts and just getting my ya-ya’s out, cause who the hell knows when I will get to play again, really. Damn, if Coney Island wasn’t such a monstrous hassle to get to, I would love to go down and hang out there every weekend and play pick up beach volleyball games. It would be the best. It seriously makes me think it would be so cool to live in Southern California, and just live this weird beach lifestyle, full of volleyball and sunshine. It seems fantastic.