My Dirty Weekend.

7.09.2006

So where'd Malach go?
Malach went camping for the first time in about 15 years. Not "roughing it" camping in the woods on a mountain, but to a family campground. You see Malach and his family used to camp every weekend give or take a couple at Peter's Pond Park or Maple Park. I have fond memories of treking to both places, and essentially spending long portions of my summer there. Summer friends, romances and hideaways.

So we went to Ellis Haven. Similar to both Maple Park, and Peter's Pond at least as I remember. Had some fun. Some impressions. First, this was the "dirtiest" campsite I have ever been too. I don't mean dirty as in filthy, I mean dirty, and in dirt. This was the only camp ground I have ever been too, that had no pine needles on the ground, it is like they vacummed them up. What was left is the powdery, dry, Cape Cod dirt (those of your that have been to the Cape will know exactly what I mean). And it got everywhere. Also, the sites were very crowded together, and not too private. On the other hand, extremely nice staff, excellent beach. Lots of fun stuff to do.

Some events:

• Malach, being the bastard step son of Bill Dance was the only one to catch a fish, and a pretty decent sized 3 - 4 pound large mouth (good size for MA).
• Malach will NEVER sleep in a tent without some type of mattress again, took me about 1 hour to walk out the stiffness this morn, and my ribs and hips are tender.
• Super Malach saved one of his own kids from drowning.
• On the beach (before the potential drowning), and I am sitting there reading Good Omens. People around got their music, the Soxs game, or the Soccer game going, when suddenly, this loud music takes over the shoreline. It sounds like someone is singing Bob Marley, Karaoke style. Malach looks around, and sees acrooss the pond these two huge black amplifiers. Looking further, there is a bald, middle aged, fat man in a wife beater, with a MIDI mixer, a bass, and a mic, singing covers of Marley, Billy Joel, Jimmy Buffet, and the like. He is playing them all in reggae style, singing them like a lounge singer. It was so awful it was incredible. He is my new god.
• The camper next to us, had a family, from somewhere in Southeastern MA. You could of dropped this family in the middle of the most backward part of Georgia, and they would have fit in, they were funny.
• The camper next to theirs had a woman who was personally trying to bring back 1980's glam metal fashion. I named her "Pour some sugar on me".
• Most weird is this campground had a 2 story sports bar, open all night . . . it was called Campy's.

So, Malach impression of camping now as compared to 20 years ago? Well, everyone has an RV. Pop up's and tents are in the vast minority. It used to be the other way around. I will always remeber at Peter's Pond, right behind the store they had a parking lot of about 10 pay phone booths (yeah were talking early 80's here). If someone needed to contact you, they would call the office and then the office would leave a message for you on the message board, then you called from the payphones. Well everyone has a cell phone now. Camp weekend dances were always so Dirty Dancing . . . they still are.

Superman vs. the Hulk.
Who will win?

You are Listening too . . .
Were are still in some early Ween. There early stuff is much more experimental, and in a way silly. This song, The Stallion PT 03 shows some of the direction they would head in on later albums.

The Mood of Red Sox Nation.
Man, I never thought that 19 inning game would end. Too bad they lost, but they took two of three, from probably the best team in the league.

Malach's Camping Quote of the Day.
1.)"That's the problem with nature. Something's always stinging you or oozing mucus on you. Let's go watch TV." - Calvin (that was so me this morning).

2.) "NOBODY PUTS BABY IN A CORNER" - Johnny Castle

I am Malach and I am going to bed. But before I do. Malach fast fact number 569. During the birth of Malach's second child there was a Dirty Dancing Marathon, that for some reason the wife watched the entire time.