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What was the most fun summer of your life?
YellowSnow
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2009 for me, rather easily.
I dropped the big one on BitchFace Mrs Snow 1.0 in the late summer of '08 and the ink was dry by early winter.
By early spring of '09 it was apparent @89ute wasn't going to share any of his sister wives with me and the best course for me was to return to the Puget Sound to spawn.
My triumphant return to Seattle also coincided with being a man of leisure for a spell. I used my Obama bucks to rent a humble, basement room from an old college pal. But this was no ordinary basement: it featured a 9' x 5', slate pool table, full bar with kegerator, and, of course, the renowned YellaPiss high fidelity system.
I spent most of the summer yacht racing on Lake Union or tubing down the Snoqualmie, and smoking a lot of weed - that is for a square like me - and talking shit. I even managed to dole out a few good, honest poundings, and whiffed on a few others.
Alas, by the spring of 2010 I was a kept man once again, with no more debauched summers to be had.
I dropped the big one on BitchFace Mrs Snow 1.0 in the late summer of '08 and the ink was dry by early winter.
By early spring of '09 it was apparent @89ute wasn't going to share any of his sister wives with me and the best course for me was to return to the Puget Sound to spawn.
My triumphant return to Seattle also coincided with being a man of leisure for a spell. I used my Obama bucks to rent a humble, basement room from an old college pal. But this was no ordinary basement: it featured a 9' x 5', slate pool table, full bar with kegerator, and, of course, the renowned YellaPiss high fidelity system.
I spent most of the summer yacht racing on Lake Union or tubing down the Snoqualmie, and smoking a lot of weed - that is for a square like me - and talking shit. I even managed to dole out a few good, honest poundings, and whiffed on a few others.
Alas, by the spring of 2010 I was a kept man once again, with no more debauched summers to be had.
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Lived in Puerto Vallarta for 2 months "working" for the tour company for people doing their senior trips.
I was in between marriages, housing was provided. Another coach came in, he was a big time attorney, and leased a car for the summer, and he was my chauffeur. We played six nights a week, and took clothes with us on the away games for post-game exploration, and explore we did. Almost got arrested on the ferry from the Vineyard (ILTCITV, IWILTD) when he passed out and we couldn't find him to move the car when it docked. Every July fourth I think back to watching fireworks with tall ships in the harbor, listening to the Boston Pops...
Our GM owned a liquor store, and he took care of us. Another coach was a great cook, and we would have seafood feasts every Sunday night at the skipper's pad.
Carly Simon signing the National Anthem at one of our games was a highlight, as was watching Keith Richards sign women's naked chests at a club on the Vineyard. All Star Game in Boston...Was an extra in the movie Summer Catch (left on the cutting room floor). Met lots of cool people, some famous, some not, some are friends to this day. Several local watering holes hooked us up for the summer.
It was baseball, beer and broads for 2 solid months, which was nice, at that time in my life. Opened up some doors professionally for me, all while getting drunk and chasing skirts...CSB
Several of my friends and I all came back to our home town for the summers during college and all had seasonal jobs (mostly fire but mine was in fisheries) at the forest service. Huge crews of other kida our age would come from all over the country for the same reason and pile into the bunkhouse for the summer.
We had a nice house on five acres that we took care of for three straight summers and it became the hub for all the cool kids (and very liberal, experimental though sometimes stinky chicks in really good shape). All we did was work, swim or fish, BBQ, drink, take drugs, and screw.
Lots of travel and was in great health. Grad school provided access to a lot of premium trim, while the job gave money to actually do something about it. I'm not exactly proud of treating some of those women like stamps, but I wouldn't say i regret it either.
Cheers--
Also how tall we talking at 220 lbs? Sometimes this isn't even obese on a woman technically speaking.