As a Port Jefferson resident the sights, smells and warmer weather of spring are a welcome delight after this cold long winter. Don't get me wrong winter in Port Jeff can be scenic and fun but after 3 months of making macaroni pie and drinking Porter from the Port Jeff Brewery my waist line is more like a barge instead of kayak. So with that in mind it was time to start my daily walking and exercise. PJ Village in the early morning is amazing. Calm and quiet its another world compared to the very noisy summer weekends here. All is good in the morning except for the guy we all call "Anger Management" Seems this fast Hummer driving Mango Head gives me the finger every time he sees me. Why? Seems he took offense to me telling him to slow down driving through town as he barreled past school children is his 3 ton tank. I have some nerve.. Friday night will leave my soul draining auto parts job in Hauppauge and head home to the debacle known as RT347. Pick my laundry, go to dollar store and than Bravo. I love Bravo. It is like an old fashioned A&P or Bohack. Despite the fact a mugger tried to rob me of my cookies a few weeks ago I still go. You will proud of me knowing I fought the mugger off and no cookies were broken. After my chores Friday nights I head home for a Kettle One Martini and some home cooked food. Damn I'm bored. Then up early Saturday to work my 3rd job. If the God's of mayhem and traffic shine on me I can be home by 1pm then beach and Village Way happy hour. One of my favorite Port Jeff things to do is Karaoke at The Village Way. They get some good singers. Sometimes a very odd crowd shows up. Part karaoke, part mental ward. Making me one of the mental patients. The women there range from "sorry officer I didn't know she was in high school" to somebody who went to Roosevelt High School..with Roosevelt. With no shortage of interesting regulars. Nicknames like Johnny B, Dancing Don, Maverick, Budweiser Tom and Price Charles make for an interesting cast. As the night progresses we all sing songs, laugh, try to meet women and kill our livers with Irish Car Bombs. I usually hit the hay around 3 am and try to get up and face a nice Sunday morning...This week will take some pics and re-post if anything new or unusual happens. UGH..I really do need a wife..
