I kept up the bike death march with (e:paul), because (e:terry) broke his big toe on the stairs ;(

Have you ever noticed the maze of signs near Church Street and the 190 talking about the Irish Famine Memorial? I've seen them before but never thought about it. Paul and I decided to follow through with them.

Starting at South Elmwood and Church, you zip across the street down Lower Terrace. There, you're sent under the 190, west via Erie Street. The last one just points into the Synacor parking lot on the Inner Harbor.
Which is where the memorial actually is.



At first I thought this was the memorial - a sign and some flowers.


It turned out it was 20 feet behind it. A big stone fountain that wasn't filled with water. I wonder if it was there before Synacor's office? The whole Inner Harbor is a suburban mess if you ask me.






Anyway Paul wanted clams, so we went to the Hatch. He seemed to like them a lot. There were a ton of people hanging around and lots of mom and gramma booty shaking going on to Sweet Home Alabama.






Our last stop was looking at Riverworks. It feels like a crazy big city entertainment area. Even on a Sunday they had people rollerskating on a rink, a big snackstand and double decked restaurant etc. I wonder how big it's going to get. They had the remnants of a warehouse nextdoor with the old rebar all artsily layed out. I wanted to jump over all the concrete and explore ;( too late to do that in Buffalo anymore.

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.