SEE YOU IN SEPTEMBER

Well, as promised, here are the Pendleton Summer Awards.
Editor's note: Due to a high beer count, some good moments of the summer have been totally forgotten. So, If you feel slighted or left out, blame my lack of brain cells and don't take it personally.

Also, the only eligible day are from the Friday before Memorial Day to Labor Day Monday.

WORST DAY OF THE SUMMER: This one is easy. It's Monday, Aug. 14. Here's how the day goes. Pick up Todd at his apartment at 5:00 with the hopes of catching a 5:29 NJ Transit tain to NYC as a first leg to Yankee Stadium. Well, let's just say we got to Metropark at 5:15 and boarded a train at 6:50. 6 Friggin 50. Not only that, some family of five decided that I knew how to get from Penn Station to the Bronx and followed us the entire way there. We finally get to the House That Steroids Built around 8 and proceed to watch the most boring baseball game in history. The highlight of the game is a HUGE, CLUTCH sac fly from A-Rod. To make matters worse, two dopes behind me keep pointing out the Mets score, which was about 15-0 Phillies at the time. When Todd and I get back to Penn Station, we have some time for a quick taste, so we head to Houlihans, which only charges me $6.99 for a pint of Bud Lite. When we finally get back to Edison, we're both a little hungry, but of course, the local Taco Bell is closed. ONLY, ONLY the three cans of Coors Lite provided to me by the Sandman get me through the day.

BEST DAY OF THE SUMMER: This is a no-brainer. It was July 15 - my dad's 80th surprise birthday. Not only were we celebrating the cat's milestone, we were also celebrating his recovery from cancer surgery. The only lowlight was I got snagged trying to get a free taste from a wedding in an adjouning room. Anway, a great day. If this party didn't take place, the Whale taking the Cup would've been No. 1.

BEST PARTY OF THE SUMMER (See how I got around this one pretty good.) AUG. 19. The big Localschill engagement party. It had everything - buckets of free tastes, plenty of schills, clowns and yahoos, attractive dames, the Mets 86 celebration and of course, the chocolate fountain. From what I remember it was a great time.

CONCERT OF THE SUMMER: OK, I only saw one, but the June 6 Allen Oldies Band show at Maxwell's wouldv'e beaten anything anyway. Getting called up on stage to sing "Peanut Butter" was the unquestionable highlight.

BIGGEST DRINKING DAY OF THE SUMMER: Believe it or not, the localschill party is not the winner, neither is the Pops Pendleton party. No, this day is Friday, July 7 It starts with a Friday night softball double-header with the SP K of C. I would estimate I had about 6-7 tastes during the game. Figure in about 6-7 postgame at the field. Then, we headed back to the K of C hall, where free tastes were flowing out of the tap - about 6-7 more. Then, the cat driving me home wanted to stop at the local watering hole - the same place I got in trouble for cursing at - and had about 3-4 more. So that's about 25 tastes in about a 6-hour span.

POST OF THE SUMMER: Despite him calling me a lazy piece of crap and ranking some of the worst bands of all time in his top 100, I gotta go with Sandman's Top 109 post. It's amazes me how one man could have such questionable taste in music and free time, but it was worth it.

BIGGEST MISTAKE OF THE SUMMER: I bought some cheap potato salad Sunday at the local super market. You can figure out the rest.

SECOND BIGGEST MISTAKE OF THE SUMMER: Getting hooked back on this blogging thing. It, like the potato salad, was finally out of my system, but Jersey Girl practically begged me to start blogging again. So here I am.

Believe it or not, the beer count has not grown since my last post yesterday.

If I think of anymore summer awards, I'll post them.

Go IRISH.