Although Kyle's story below pretty much captures the essence of our trip, I thought it was important to provide a few more visuals of the Second Annual Crew. Below you will find the Brocks, the Gravitts, and Nardi goer herself, Holly Wange.We also were blessed with a visit from our friends Jordan and Liz!! They showed us the island and the hotspots..from Ole' Barney to the Holiday to the SKKIPPPER DIPPPERRRRR....oh yea, sweet Daisy also made it to second annual as featured in the photo below.
Life from the perspective of Grayson and Hazel, with sometimes a few Mom thoughts thrown in.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
2nd Annual
Kyle here for the 1st time. We recently traveled to Long Beach Island with our hilarious friends the Gravitts. There were many highlights over the course of the week but looking back, one in particular comes to mind...NARDIS!
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, no string of sentences could do the above joint (jersey speak) any justice. Nardis, or as it was known throughout the week, NARDIIIIS, fulfilled every possible imagination of the word shady joint from the Pink Party Bus to the invitation to join them for breakfast at 7am. We toyed with the idea of heading to Nardis almost every night. But it took a visit from Holly Wange to persuade us to go. As she recounted stories of her nights spent leading a conga line around Nardis, we decided we could not pass this place up. So with some nervousness and a little excitement for the unknown, we ventured out.
It was a Wednesday night, towards the end of our trip. We walked in and immediately grabbed a table towards the corner with great visibility over the rest of the place. To be completely honest, I think we were all a little disappointed at first. The place was NOT bumping. Most people were just enjoying a beer and sitting around the bar, which is great, but it wasn't what we were expecting. Well, as usual, we were immediately drawn to the source of music, a digital jukebox. Elliott and I approached the jukebox high fiving each other with dreams of getting the party started with a little help from our friend Bon Jovi and his New Jersey anthem...livin' on a prayer. We knew that as soon as this song hit, the place would be off the chain. So we hit the button, headed back to our seats and just waited for the show to start. The song came, it rocked, we rocked along with it, but I don't think a single person outside of our table seemed to notice.
A few beers and a couple laughs later, the cover band for the night was beginning to warm up. They were known as the The Love Puppies. At this point, we contemplated heading out with no idea of what we would've missed. Thankfully, none of us were quick to act and The Love Puppies took the stage. They proceeded to rock the house with classics from Naughty by Nature's O.P.P. to Jackson 5s A B C. Halfway through the set they started passing around a tambourine. The tambourine stopped at the table in front of us. They obviously had absolutely ZERO rhythm and we saw the clear need for Jenny to rock the tambourine. With a quick shout Elliott got the tambourine passed along and Jenny picked it right up. She kept a good beat and we loved it. The song finished and the next one picked up. Jenny was about to set the instrument down when the lead singer called for some serious tambourine with her song. And, when the lead singer from the Love Puppies calls you out, you definitely respond. Jenny leapt out of her seat and rocked it as only my wife can with elbows flying and hips shaking. It was phenomenal and it brought the house down. The lead singer actually made a special trip off the stage in the middle of her song to compliment my wife. I mean, I knew she had talent but who knew she could rock the tambourine so sweetly. What a night!
This moment definitely called for a picture.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, no string of sentences could do the above joint (jersey speak) any justice. Nardis, or as it was known throughout the week, NARDIIIIS, fulfilled every possible imagination of the word shady joint from the Pink Party Bus to the invitation to join them for breakfast at 7am. We toyed with the idea of heading to Nardis almost every night. But it took a visit from Holly Wange to persuade us to go. As she recounted stories of her nights spent leading a conga line around Nardis, we decided we could not pass this place up. So with some nervousness and a little excitement for the unknown, we ventured out.
It was a Wednesday night, towards the end of our trip. We walked in and immediately grabbed a table towards the corner with great visibility over the rest of the place. To be completely honest, I think we were all a little disappointed at first. The place was NOT bumping. Most people were just enjoying a beer and sitting around the bar, which is great, but it wasn't what we were expecting. Well, as usual, we were immediately drawn to the source of music, a digital jukebox. Elliott and I approached the jukebox high fiving each other with dreams of getting the party started with a little help from our friend Bon Jovi and his New Jersey anthem...livin' on a prayer. We knew that as soon as this song hit, the place would be off the chain. So we hit the button, headed back to our seats and just waited for the show to start. The song came, it rocked, we rocked along with it, but I don't think a single person outside of our table seemed to notice.
A few beers and a couple laughs later, the cover band for the night was beginning to warm up. They were known as the The Love Puppies. At this point, we contemplated heading out with no idea of what we would've missed. Thankfully, none of us were quick to act and The Love Puppies took the stage. They proceeded to rock the house with classics from Naughty by Nature's O.P.P. to Jackson 5s A B C. Halfway through the set they started passing around a tambourine. The tambourine stopped at the table in front of us. They obviously had absolutely ZERO rhythm and we saw the clear need for Jenny to rock the tambourine. With a quick shout Elliott got the tambourine passed along and Jenny picked it right up. She kept a good beat and we loved it. The song finished and the next one picked up. Jenny was about to set the instrument down when the lead singer called for some serious tambourine with her song. And, when the lead singer from the Love Puppies calls you out, you definitely respond. Jenny leapt out of her seat and rocked it as only my wife can with elbows flying and hips shaking. It was phenomenal and it brought the house down. The lead singer actually made a special trip off the stage in the middle of her song to compliment my wife. I mean, I knew she had talent but who knew she could rock the tambourine so sweetly. What a night!
This moment definitely called for a picture.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Indian Giver..
I did it. I can't believe I actually did it. I thought for sure that we would start this thing and post one 'first timer' to peak the interest of some loved ones and then never ever post again. But, nope--bound and determined..I've made it to what I call, "numero dos." Let me tell you why I was so determined to write again... (This is where I want you to note the individual shown above...meet Regina). I dedicate Numero Dos to Regina for a few reasons, in no particular order:
1. who else could take such a wonderful candid as she can?
2. she is one of the three individuals that I actually have faith will continue to check this post (and that includes Kyle and myself) - I'll make it 4 as my mom might possibly check more often then I do.
3. she referred to our blog as a "gift"...to quote her, "thank you for this gift to the world wide web"
A gift might seem like a weird way to describe a blog..I mean, it's just a bunch of random characters thrown together with a few spaces in between and a few images here and there with nothing but useless information. Something that at the end of reading you'll ask yourself, "did I really just waste that five minutes of my life?" (Answer: oh, you did) Regardless..a gift she says. No ribbons, no bows, no occasion--those gifts are the best kind.
However, I've been called it before and I'll be darn if I'm called it again...giving gifts to only take back...sort of like a tease, if you will. Buying your friend that shirt that you have a HUNCH will be just a little too big for them, knowing it will fit you perfectly--yes, we call them Indian Givers. I didn't want this gift to Regina to be one we take back...you can call me a Giver, you can call me an Indian, but don't you dare call me an Indian Giver. And hence...Numero Dos.
Keep unwrapping, Reg. This gift only gets better. And for all you single fellas out there that like a sweet Italian who can make a KILLER meatball and that can take PHENOMENAL candids....(757) 555 -- ..... ;)
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Introductory Post...
I originally labeled this post as U.S. Open as that is what we are absorbed in right now--however, as Kyle peeked over my shoulder to include his two cents on our opening day post...I heard nothing but, "NOOOO..you have to do an Introductory Post!" hence the name of our first post.
Introductions: Welcome to the blog of the Brocks. the Brocks consist of Kyle, crazy competitor...his wife, Jenny, crazy smacktalker...and our one (for now) mutt Daisy, crazy timid. (insert: Kyle feels as though it's important to note that Tiger just fist pumped after saving his third straight par).
Why start such a blog with no cute pics of children to post, or crazy travels, or really all that much apart from our day to day activities. Well, we started this for those of you like ourselves who love a little break in the day from the mundane minute to minute activities that we run to and from, in order to take a sneak peak into our friends/families lives and escape our own reality for a measly five minutes.
So, we hope you enjoy. I'm sure you'll see your fair share of Daisy pics throughout the days and we'll keep you on your toes as far as who is going to write. Kyle?? Jenny?? You already can't wait for the next one...
One last thing--happy FATHER'S Day to all those wonderful father's out there...we love you, Dad :)!
Blessings,
the BROCKS.
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