I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
life is good today, life is good today

Losing Sight of Summer O'Skinny

77 Trow started off the summer fully ready to get rid of that freshman fifteen. We came to the Cape with a skinny mentality, healthy choice soup, manorexia attitudes, and organic vegetables. Diet Soda? That shit is for pussies... try water with lemon 24/7. We posted up our motto, “Nothing Tastes as Good as Skinny Feels” right on the snack cupboard, went on runs and bike rides daily, and would EVEN walk around in our bathing suits to remind ourselves that we weren’t quite there yet. But hope was in the air…WE WERE BEGINNING TO LOOK TONED…until reality of who we really are here at 77 Trow set in. When temperatures began to hit 90 friggin degrees, when we began working double shifts, and when we had the choice of sweating it out at the track… or at the beach, our laziness was always victorious. Before you knew it our skinny slogan was ripped off the snack cupboard, chocolate chips started finding their way into our fruit and granola, work out sessions in the garage turned to full on dance parties, and Meem sent enough chicken and broccoli to feed a third world country. And I’m notttt even gonna get into the late night cookie bakes, the late night Wendy runs, and the late night beer guzzling. Forget about the freshman fifteen…we are working our way to the Summer Sixty.
BUT I don’t mean to completely shit on our efforts here at 77 Trow, we still go on the occasional run, still break out the ten minute Bootylicious Buns video a couple times a week, and still have the occasional salad with low-fat balsamic dressing for dinner. Maybe there IS still hope, but for now we’ve come to terms with the fact that we really aren’t that much of a motivated group of college kids (I mean we invented Who Cares Week for Christ’s sake). But, hey, who’s to blame us? Summer’s just too short to be skinny.

The Infamous Bucket List

ATTENTION: MISSING SILLY BAND
LIME GREEN ELASTIC WITH THE WORD ‘FUN’
LAST SEEN: ON DREW’S WRIST WHILE RIDING WAVE IN DENNIS, MA
PLEASE CONTACT US IF FOUND.
$10 REWARD


Enough with the silly band madness...

Since we’ve decided to live on our own this summer, we’ve been forced to become more domestically oriented. Cook our own meals, do our own laundry, clean the house, buy our own food, keep the neighbors satisfied…you get the point. A lot of responsibility comes with living without parents, but also a lot more freedoms, and we have definitely taken advantage of those. In order for us to make this summer as memorable as we can, we’ve put together a list of adventures we wish to complete, also known as the infamous Bucket List. Such adventures can erupt some major controversy and possibly create some risks to our criminal records, but whatever happens, WE WILL KEEP YOU UPDATED :-)

-Love da Mansion

Wicked Summah

"You come from all over - Gloucester, Worcester, South End, Charlestown, Chicopee, South Swansea. You share a love for muscle cahs, hair products, and little necks on the frickin half shell. You don't take shit from nobody -- least of all each othah. You believe in God, family, the Red Sox, and partying! You'll pahty on the beaches of the Cape where cases of Narragansett Light are on every Celtics beach towel next to a bottle of baby oil and a can of hair spray! You ready to live togethah, laugh togethah, drink togethah, and love togethah?"

Believe it or not this is the casting call from the up and coming show you've all been hearing about...Wicked Summah, the masshole version of the infamous Jersey Shore. The casting call also says they'll consider "wellesley preps" for the show if they "got what it takes". Brookline babes, yachtsman, chowder lovers, and Fenway fanatics were also named as the people they're looking for. 77 Trow has just heard from an inside source that Wicked Summah is not just a rumor. It will begin filming soon in EAST DENNIS, a town just 2 over from ours. YES we will be trying to get on the show, YES we will get these massholes AT 77 Trow, and maybe even establish a few relationships with these guys... even though its highly likely they're going to make the Cape look like the trashiest place in the entire United States. Lets just hope Massachusetts is classy enough to not punch any girls in this series. Until then we await who will become the new Snookie of the Bay State.

You stay classy, Massachusetts.

Song of the Week: Waka Waka (This Time for Africa)-Shakira

The First Entry: Introduction to Da Good Lyfe

As 77 Trow has made it to July 4^th and Summer ‘0Perfect, ‘0Slopfest, ‘0Spontanious,‘0Whateverthehellyouwannacallit is in full swing… we felt the need to keep everyone updated on our lives here on Cape Cod. We’ve had some beyond hilarious moments, many stupid drunken incidents and a few run-ins with the Cape Cod police departments, and yet we’ve all managed to keep our jobs, keep our friendships, and most importantly, survive.

I guess we’ll start with the house. If you really wanna know, we have a two story, three bedroom, two bathroom, finished basement house with a big backyard and VERY close neighbors. You’re probably thinking how great this whole set up is, and hell yeah, we aren’t gonna argue with you about that, BUT what we do have to mention are the many many mishaps that come along with the good life. First of all, we do not have a working indoor shower. Yes we’ve showered in the rain, yes we’ve showered in the dark. Yes, we are not lying. This concept is hilarious…like are we kidding? No freaking indoor shower? Whatever that’s not even the worst of it. Our water system fucking blows, like legit we have to make sure we don’t flush the toilet too many times a day because the whole system could get backed up. Umm…not supposed to use the dryer? Cool. Yeah, let’s hang everything on the line outside like its freaking 1856. No big deal. Don’t have a house phone line…so catch us on our cells…the garage door recently decided to just stop working, so we have to pull it up manually, so normal. Our biggest issue thus far: we have a SERIOUS bug problem. Like beyond serious. The first week of Cape Lyfe was Bug vs. Man. Bug was victorious many, MANY times, until however, Drew decided to man up and went on a serious bug-killing spree. Sometimes we still have to take down the occasional spider webs in the outdoor shower, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was before. Every now and then you’ll get a casual moth, beetle, spider, worms?, fly, etc. etc. in your bed, on the wall, ceiling, whatever. You get the point. We live a glamorous life, it’s no big deal. We also have a serious ant problem, but the sole reason for that is because we just don’t clean. Ever. I’m currently sitting at the kitchen table and the closest items to me are an open peanut butter jar, cereal from this morning, hamburger buns, spoiled lemonade, a hairbrush and a plate with crumbs on it, and of course my blackberry. SERIOUSLY THOUGH, LIKE WHAT? This place gets so fucking gross sometimes.

For example: It’s currently 4pm on July 5^th and we still haven’t cleaned up from the 4^th …in other words, if you were to step foot in the basement right now, and smell the aroma, you might get very, very sick.

11:41 pm- Just finished cleaning.