On Sunday Kelly came home from the city and invited us over to Paul’s mansion for a barbeque. Kelly and Paul are super good friends, in fact her parents own Paul’s mansion. She lives in Manhattan and her parents spend most of their time in Florida. When Kelly’s parents come back to Princeton he moves back in with his mother in Trenton. This house is also a mansion and Paul lives on the third floor. His mother is a Detective Sergeant in the Prosecutor’s office; coincidentally she works with my father.  They work in different departments, she caries a gun and my father does not, he is a lawyer.  Sometimes “Johns” will pick up hookers in Trenton and look for a place to do their business. Paul’s mom’s house is in a neighborhood by the park where the hookers hang out. The “Johns” often end up parking their cars in front of her place. Paul’s mom stays on the look out for such shady dealings.  If she sees a strange car parked in front of her house she will go out to the car with her badge and gun. Usually this happens late at night so when she knocks on the window she is in her bathrobe. She never arrests them, just tells the girls never to bring men back to her house again. So consider yourself warned, if you’re picking up hookers in Trenton, don’t stop in front of Paul’s mom’s house for hanky panky.

My girlfriend Jill and I got to Kelly’s BBQ at Paul’s mansion around 6:00pm, we brought hamburgers and hotdogs. Kelly made Caesar salad dressing from scratch, Paul seasoned the hamburgers with fresh pressed garlic, Worcestershire sauce, and spices; Jill made Kabobs with shrimp and scallops, and I cut up Zucchini and Eggplant to be grilled. When we were cooking the hamburgers Paul told me how much he hated his job and his piece of shit car. Paul drives a 1982 Toyota-Tercel-stick-shift-hatchback, most of the year. He told me he couldn’t wait for the summer. In the summer Paul lives at the Jersey shore. He rents a house with his friends. They all spend their weekends there but Paul makes it his home and lives there all week. The commute won’t bother him because he will take his BMW out from storage in his mom’s garage and drive that all summer. Everyone at the shore house says Paul has a seasonal disorder because he is so miserable most the year and so happy during the summer. Paul’s also happier in the summer because he makes out with college girls. 

While almost in his thirties and sometimes living with his mother Paul still gets college girls. And not regular college girls either, Paul get the kind of college girls you couldn’t get when you were in college, hell Paul couldn’t get these girls when he was in college. In fact if you are in college now and have a crush on some unattainable girl, Paul probably made out with her. Strange I know. But fret not,  Paul’s seasonal disorder makes it impossible for him to keep a relationship for more than three months, once labor day passes his mood goes sour. Last summer he broke up with his girlfriend over email, he said he felt suffocated and needed more space. She was taking a semester abroad at the time. That’s about all I can tell you about Paul for now.