I love New Hope! What a fantastic place. I'm glad I got to see much more of the town this year, unlike last year where I really only drove through once and went to the Raven for the banquet(thats what happens when you win!). The town is really really cute and reminds me of Ptown a little bit with the throngs of tourists, hip restaurants, and groovy stores, but just a river rather than the ocean. There was all kinds of drama and goss going on all weekend its hard to remember it all. I had a great time hanging out with my hot tranny mess of a friend JP - I actually spent alot of my time driving back and forth between the two tennis sites and the hotel and JP was a constant amusement. Of course he had some sketchy hook up story on Sunday night and it was fun to be able to play him in the second round of consolations. I'll have to beat him next time! It was also fun hanging out with Paul one on one - we were some of the only New Yorkers in C, so I got to spend a bunch of time with him - we got sort of "lost" driving around these beautiful country roads of New Hope, smoking Tod's cigarettes and chatting. It was nice to hang with him away from the group and I feel like I know him a bit better now.
Dinner on Saturday night was kind of a disaster. I was a bit tired, and didn't really feel like going to an extravegant dinner downtown (which is very unlike me), especially in a big group. However that what all 12 of us ended up doing, and some of us had been drinking at the pool the entire afternoon and were already drunk before we arrived. We ended up at this really cool restaurant called the Mansion Inn and got our own room. I said fuck it and started ordering $10 cocktails and the evening turned out fun, especially after some Family Feud action. Things got a bit ugly when the bill came though, and not just because had to drop $78 per person - (plus $20 parking per car) Paul's friend Diana noticed that they charged us more money for some wine that she didn't order. She mentioned it to the waitress, who got the owner, and they promptly got into an argument. Now, I'm all for pointing out mistakes at restaurants, but if the owner says no, I disagree, I would so much rather just pay what they say than get into a huge argument over it, especially if you are in a large group and its late and have to play tennis the next day! Also, we had been a very loud and
disruptive group and were the last ones there - it turns out we didn't even get back to the hotel until after midnight.After playing consolation with JP, I headed back to the other site and had a wonderful afternoon watching tennis outside and then getting to watch Rick and Momma's match sitting next to this hot guy from Philly whose boyfriend Rick was playing and Andy. It was a great match and they both played really well, but lost. My streak of Rick losing when I watch is intact. After that we went back to the hotel and Rick and I played a really fun set against Andy and Momma on the court at the Nevermore before showing and getting ready for the banquet. They had it outside by the pool and while the food was just alright, I started ordering these giant margaritas and damn, they hit the spot, again and again and again. I started getting really drunk, and dancing and singing along to the karaoke everyone was performing. During slower, more boring songs, I would do full turns on the dance floor a la Nastia Liuken and take fabulous pictures like this one of me, JP and my girl Jonny Jimenez. Suddenly things got really hazy and next thing I know, I am dancing with Danny, and we are doing spins and dips and all that and I feel myself falling and then crashing in to karaoke equipment and then me and said karaoke equipment smashing onto the floor. The music literally came to a screeching halt and I swore I heard a gasp from the crowd. I began apologizing profusely for it and offered to pay for whatever I damaged, but apparently nothing was broken. However I was still all tingle-tangled up in the wires and had to unthread myself while all of MTG watched. In the end it was pretty hilarious, but it was time to bid New Hope adieu once again, and Rick, Patrick and myself piled into his car back to good ole' NYC
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