Thanksgiving Weekend in Mastic

Was around for the holidaze. Did some thinking and drinking with the fam. Some heads rolled out from the ciudad as well with dog in tow. We hit up the woods to connect with sticks and leaves. Windy as all hell. But here are a couple visions of the path. This is at Terrell River in Moriches.

Dinner at Toddy's in Mastic Beach

Saturday cruised through Toddy from Endless Bummer's house for an evening dinner party. Hinging on the mexican theme, the food was dope. Great conversation with a whole group of new friends who are all week-ending in Mastic. I am excited to know there is a household local that includes interesting people rolling through.

Here's some shottys from the night.

July 11th and 12th

Surfed a bit. Met up with Toddy of ENDLESS BUMMER for a messy morning sesh. Did a lot of house chilling. A few friends from the city rented rooms, Scrabbled late night. A surfcaster threw in right where everyone was surfing of course. Sunday evening surfed in skins. Perfect.

That there clock...I bought in Sarajevo, its from a bombed out home from The Balkan War.

Fireworks and Mastic

Photo Jay Rooney


It seems almost that fireworks are legal in Mastic. They are everywhere. No need to gander at Grucci's display. Just walk the streets in the Mastic's and there will be plenty of show going on around you. The recession-proof hobby of a pyromaniac.

...and she burns...

Here is the aftermath of tiki-torch fluid to the crotch area and being packed with a load of firecrackers.

City dudes on sand

Pic 1- Erica Recto, fashion designer for a lot of cloth you sheath your body in.
Pic 2- Jim Kim Miyagi, Art Dealer of Fine Art.

The Burning

A friend of mine always brings a friend that we sacrifice to independence on The Fourth. This year Hillary went up in flames. Now this is not a political statement. Its just that Bush's head was 25$ and Hill's was only 20$.

Prior to nightfall here, you see custom made jeans and Velour Dior top.

Forge River and Smith Point at Sunrise

Friday before the crowd from the city arrived I had a day of quiet in Mastic. Went down to the river with some coffee to see the tranquility. Hopped in car to hit a dawny session at 6am down at Smith Point. Was some amazing lighting show going down. They even brought the smoke machines.

The Fourth in Mastic

I've done it all for the Fourth. When skateboarding succumbed most of my time, I always went to Philli, skated, drank alot and watched the firework show at the Art Museum. I did the Brooklyn rooftop party, I went to Summerstage to see Sonic Youth and was a peice of the family party population on numerous occassions. No celebration matches the excitement and rawness the holiday takes on in the streets of Mastic. Theres a lawlessness that most other places has lost. Smoke sheathes the streets and it seems like everyone has recieved "THE LIST". I grew up with THE LIST as a staple piece of 4th ettiquette. In the weeks leading to that special celebration, a photocopied-a-million-times sheet shows up in your mailbox. On it lyes some of the finest firework names. You circle and than get THE LIST back to your source. The explosives show up. Mastic turns to a complete warzone during the Fourth. I watched from Fire Island, looking back at the mainland where Mastic/Shirley juts out into The Great South bay and watched the greatest firework show ever. It was a poormans paradise in flames and sporatic performance as far as the eye can see. Mastic knows how to do The Fourth of July. Be careful out there.

Lets burn some shit.

Hope I stumble upon something like this again.

Last year I stopped over a friends house where I caught word down at the beach that there was going to be a pigroast. A few of us went and devoured pig parts. I found this on the information super highway, a photo of the pig post-pieces.

Check out Grocery Guys blog for some good stomach pleasing reads.

Scott Pasfeild got the greatest image ever taken in Mastic Beach

LOOK AT THIS!




Check out Scott Pasfeilds BLOG

He took an amazing series of photos of the rainbow that graced the waterways of the Tri-Hamlet last Friday.

Mastic during a real summer weekend

So I finally experienced a real summer feeling weekend. Surf Smitty's 5:30 am on Saturday. Little mushy but fun none the less. Beached a bit. There was a rainbow Friday and the entire sky turned pink turning the rainbow pink.

To roll around Forge River

My phone rings as I am purchasing some friend's wedding clothes.

"John do you want this fold up kayak boat thingy that I have right here for 75$?"

" I don't know, ummmm, does it float. What does it look like?"

"I talked the dude down from 150$"

Brian proprietor of Mastastico sends me this here phone image. And from that moment on I will roll the canals of Forge River. Easily carried to waters edge, just gotta purchase 1 more paddle.

Thanks Bri for negotiation power now there is a new addition to the ocean house.

Clamming on Gull Island

Nick and Scott, Mastic Beach inhabitors, took Fdogg and I out to Gull Island via boat. Gull Island is a sand bar that gets a larger waistline as the tide lessens just inside the Moriches Inlet. Its a surreal situation because you are literally surrounded by bay and we had it to ourselves. We dug and raked the bay floor and collected a bucket load of clams and steamers. At home that night I masticated those shelled creatures. Awesome Saturday. Thanks dudes for floating us out there.

Check Scotts Blog HERE.

Mastic, I'm coming soon.

I am sitting in this seat, post street-meat ingestion. I hear rumbles within. I worry about my visit to the bathroom and the havoc that may occur. My mind is in tangles. It should be engulfed in work but it won't go off topic...Mastic. I want to get to the beach, and let my epidermis make contact with sand and water. I was away for awhile, tramping through The Balkans, so I haven't been where I feel most comfortable in a month. Also last weekend I went to a farmhouse out in Pennsylvania to shoot a .44 Magnum and ingest massive quantities of liquid gold. I need my summer to begin. From here on in its weekends in Mastic. Call me if you know me, the bonfire will be ripping every weekend night.

PS. If I remember, I will post pics from last weekends Mandom weekend in Penn. Some funny shit.

Summer is frickin here!

This Turkey burger with spicy Tzatziki Sauce on Pita came from a magazine we saw in Lowe's. Stole an image with the camera phone of the recipe and made deliscioso dinner.



I went to Design Sponge and caught this recipe from my friend's post from The Jewels of New York.

I copied and I liked.




Than to Smith Point for some surfing and beach time. City, nowhere in mind.

Mastic Liquor Store gets Historical Landmark Status

I saw this first on Mastically Shirleyicious

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The Mastic Compound has its fair share of alcohol ingestion by way of visitors and owners alike. I am also a little gayish when it comes to historical designation, I'm into it. A modern landscape sprinkled with the past keeps people in check and makes them realize there were things before their McDonalds ridden body and their gas guzzling Hummers. I have visited Mastic Liquors on numerous occasions and always scanned the interior looking through the selection and the old world feel, glad to see this continue.

Mr. Mastastico hypnotizes his cock!

This boy works wonders with his pendulum.

Moriches Inlet, Westhampton and Smith Point

Map of Trihamlet

I edited this a bit, taking friends houses off this but this is the map I hand over to friends that come out from the city. I got so sick of drawing little maps of how to get to TJ's, the beach, beer runs, friends places hosting other summertime parties, that I just ran-off a million of these. I just pulled it out since I am ramping up for the new season. I am going to re-draw. I will make it generic so if anyone wants to also use it they can download from this mother-effing blog.