Tequilla Sunrise

This weekend we stayed in a Mexican psychedelic house, where you didn’t need drugs to trip. The bright colored walls, butterfly ornaments and dream catchers adorning the walls should have been forewarning of the craziness that was about to occur… Here are some highlights of the weekend…
Friday night post bars, the raucous continued at our house. One of the drunkest guys there in particular (who happened to be running the NY half marathon on Sunday) passed out on the couch, and proceeded to roll off 20 minutes later onto the floor and nearly cracking his head on the side coffee table.. 11am Saturday morning, when we left to go to the beach, he was still face planted on the ground. With sun tan lotion, sandwiches, and hangovers in tow we headed off to the beach. After noticing our beach chairs had been swiped, my “cooler”, louder, and ballsier sister located her stolen chair. Not only did she retrieve them from thief, but managed to embarrass him in front an entire group of his friends, leaving him sitting on his beach towel, with her chair and his wallet in tow. After a day of drinking cranberry vodka from our camelback a.k.a. the Playtapus we showered off the sand and made our way to Happy Hour for none other then Fire Island’s infamous Rocket Fuels to start the evening. This was to be followed by shot gunning beers, flip cup, and of course shots of Café Patron Ole. There were some police encounters and a detective who broke a few rules. And lets just say the rest of Saturday night got a little bit hazy as we hopped from bar to bar…
This weekend we left with many more memories, some new friends, a new website created by the twins (1,000 hits a day – we’re going viral), a few more bruises, an eye infection, poison ivy and best of all a guest appearance made by Ricky Sparks (howayooo)