So. Adam (my brother, for the uninitiated) came home last week for knee surgery, and that was lots of fun. He was on Percocet; I probably don't need to say anything more.

He, however, with his leg in a brace and limping about on crutches, wanted to road trip to Boston. But he like to drive much faster than I do, he had gotten the surgery on his left knee, and my car is an automatic: all of which add up to him driving both ways. Very quickly. As a gimp.

Anyway, we spent Saturday afternoon with his best friend and roommate from college, who just had a second child and unwittingly made Adam the godfather. Then we met up with his friend Marko (Marco?), who shares Adam's "rock star" philosophy. This theory dictates that true happiness can be achieved by having at least one friend in every major international city, who has ins at all the trendy clubs, and has the ability to hook you up with some "hot bitches" while you're in town. I'm not making this up. This is almost word-for-word from the Satyriasis's mouth. As a side note, I have to say that it really reminds me of the philosophy presented in the movie The Tao of Steve, if not in content, then at least in mindset.

So, since Marko "owns" the town of Boston (evidently his other name is Fleet Bank), I was able to get in with him, his roommate, and Adam to one of the hottest spots there, called Mantra. Mantra is a restaurant/bar/hooka den by day, bar/lounge/club by night. Again, no joke. And the "hot bitches" did indeed show up. And then we went to this afterparty thing in the Back Bay area.

We passed by my friend Nikki's college going to Mantra and leaving it, but there was a big difference between the passes. Going, we were four guys in an SUV. Leaving, we were four guys and seven girls in an SUV. The afterparty was ok. Marko disappeared when we got there to go screw some girl. I think we left at about 4am, when Boston's finest responded to noise complaints from the neighbors. It was fine though, since we had to get up at 7 to drive back down for Father's Day. I found out later that Marko had been with a second girl after we left.

Adam was very despondent from the lack of play, what with his crutches and all. Nevermind that he had been with a different girl each night for the weekdays leading up to his surgery. Nevermind that then a model flew up from Miami to be with him for the weekend, who actually called him the Monday after to tell him she missed his penis. Nevermind that this is normal for him whenever he rolls into the States, and probably at his London home base too. Jealous? Me? Never!

That's basically what's been going on. I had my first appointment with my new psychologist yesterday evening, and he's pretty nice. He's not one of those Freudian, psychoanalytic, regressive therapy bastards at least. I guess I'll find out more next week. After the doctor, I went to the Willowbrook Mall carnival with some friends for about five minutes, which is about how long it took to fully determine the suckiness factor. Then we went back to one of their houses and played the original Tekken on Playstation, and that was much more fun. And now I'm at work. And that's all.

Bleh.

So, I've been working 8:30am to 5pm all this week. I'm so completely locked into schedule now; it's like I'm back in high school. Anyway, it's probably good for me, structure and whatnot. Speaking of Structure, I bought ten short-sleeved collared shirts there for work last Friday, also very much reminding me of my high school. Supposedly, schools with dress codes meant that the kids there were smarter. Now I know the real truth: it's all just preparing you for work, not college. Even stupid people can get into a profession with a dress code. Did somebody say McDonald's?

The exception to the rule this past week was Tuesday, when I was challenging for my mother at the polls. So, let me explain. My mom is somewhat politically-minded. In the sense that she is very politically-minded. So she's running for the Essex County, NJ, District Four Freeholder position. She's really been working her ass off, going to meetings, going door-to-door, mailing leaflets, making phone calls, etc.

Last Friday night, I went to this rally with her for Sen. Torricelli at NJPAC (in Newark), primarily because Bill Clinton was going to be there. I actually got to shake Bill's hand. He was eyeing me up, too. Seriously. He was like, "Why don't the two of us go to some back room?" And I was like, "I don't think so." But he was like, "Why not?" And I was like, "Why not, indeed? Maybe a little later." But nothing ended up happening between us. So it goes.

Anyway, the Democratic primary was on Tuesday (or, for the other 99% of my town, the Republican primary), and I was an official challenger. What that amounts to is marking down everyone that comes to vote on your list of voters in the town. Real fun. I got to be off from my 8:30am-5pm work schedule, so I could adopt a 9am-8pm election schedule. After the polls closed, we found out that this very evil man thankfully came just short of becoming our new mayor. But still no word on my mom, as the county-level elections understandably take more time to calculate. Then we went to this victory party (also in Newark) for all the people on my mom's voting line, because Joe D, the guy running for county executive, had already won over another decidedly evil man.

We finally found out on Wednesday morning in the (Newark) Star-Ledger that my mom had won by just over a hundred votes. So she gets to be the one to face basically impossible odds in the general (as our area is primarily Republican).

And that's a lot of information right there, so I'm going to stop and go back to watching the Nets lose badly to the Lakers. It's sad. They're so obviously overmatched. And yet, my two favorite teams are finally in the finals together.