July 2004

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I spent the weekend of July 9 - 11, 2004 visiting McCord at his beautiful beach house in Eastern Long Island. McCord planned an elaborate surprise 30th birthday party for his girlfriend Krisha (I hope I'm spelling it right - hereafter I'll just refer to her as "K"). McCord went all out by hiring a local DJ, bartender and catering services. The DJ was good but a few songs seemed to be played more often than others. As if the repeat button was used one time too many. Or maybe I was just too drunk to notice. Well, not too drunk but moderately buzzed.

K was just shocked when she arrived to the throng of well wishers. McCord had told her that he dislocated his shoulder and had to be rushed to the hospital. K was concerned so she rushed home from the bar but not before she downed three mojitos. The thought of the hospital makes me want to drink as well. Needless to say, she was overcome by the surprise of the whole ordeal. Kudos to McCord for not just planning a very nice fiesta, but also in managing to keep K in the blind throughout the whole planning process.

We caught a sunset and watched dozens of boats coming to and fro from the marina. We even saw a boater get pulled over by Sea CHiPs. So gay. On another paranormal note, McCord's beach is haunted. No joke. Evidence is captured in a few of the pictures above. If you look really closely, you'll spot a faint trace of a man and a woman in a couple of the beach shots. Upon asking K and McCord about this phenomenon, they informed us that a couple had mysteriously vanished while frolicking on the beach many seasons ago. Rumours abound that they met a grisly death at the hands of sea faring drug dealers.

I look forward to visiting McCord and K again.