The quarry trip was followed up with a große feier. We cooked out and had a nice dinner, when (e:flacidness) stopped by.



Mark was having a meetup at Q to finish celebrating his birthday.
We all went down, besides (e:terry). Things got cray at the bar, where everyone started showing up - Mike, Seth, Patrick. Half the bar ended up coming over to our house, and I ended up passing out immediately with Terry.

We took a ride up to Windmill point quarry with (e:robert) and co. Lots of biking and lots of snacking.

The water was the perfect temperature - I didn't want to leave even after being in for two hours. (e:terry) and I tried to see how deep we could dive down. I get about 10 feet before it feels like my ear drums will burst.

I noticed they have a summer long beer pong tournament - could Terry beat out the Canadian DILFs?

The bike ride to and from was pretty sweet as well. I want to wander and frolick on my bike from Fort Erie to Toronto on all the country roads.

You could take a picture of these and put them in the freaking Wegman's flyer. Our backyard bushes are so good - I wish they grew more.

Friday night we headed down to the Project Grant fundraiser at Buffalo Iron Works. (e:terry)'s friend Tina had organized it. The space itself was real nice and had a huge patio, plus a garage door that opened up the whole bar. Music on the other hand was not my style.

Before the event we stopped at Canalside where a house music event was going on. There was a man with a pico projector pretending to be an old Irish cop, telling about the seedy canalside days. He had a picture of these big madams that used to live there.

On Thursday we headed out on the Black Rock Roller's infringement parade. It started off at the Birchfield Penny, stopped at the coop house where a marching band led us down to Days Park.

Much frisbee and fire dancing happened before the ride kept on going down to Hop Inn in South Buffalo. It was full of ridiculously cute bro boys and the drinks were cheap. I think you'd love it (e:mike)









The weird part about this bar was all the publicly advertised bachelor parties. They have raffles, prizes, tickets and everything. Is this a South Buffalo thing?