details shmee tales
so since i pretty much use the weekend as the only time i can really sleep - i don't have much time for social endeavors. today, i tried to use my sunday for this specific purpose.
i had a theater date with the head hen (our familial nickname for my maternal grandmother). we went to see patti lupone - who was playing, of all places, at waltham high school. wtf? cool, but wtf? i just went to see her in february at the eugene o'neil theater in nyc and today, its my mom's alma mater. weird. but she rocked as expected and our seats were really close. here's a warning for you. do not sit too close to patti lupone. haha. man, she can sing. and loooud. and she sang some cole porter which was sweet. very.
then it was off to dinner - and i devoured DEVOURED my crabmeat pie from grassfields. omg i wish i could live on those. its like, better than sex (with most people). crab is my favorite food ever. ever ever ever. then chilean sea bass. then lobster. then cheese (as a whole food group, as i will most likely eat any cheese there is - except the shit they sell as premade dip for crackers - but if i was high, i would probably still eat even that). so yeah. seafood and cheese, please. (no wonder i'm fat). yeah, and a huge ass loaded baked potato side (with the crabmeat pie)... which was mediocre and i left half of it untouched out of spite. i would have left the whole thing but i was staaaaaaaaahhhving. oh yeah, did i mention i was a fat kid? then we drank our coffees and headed home.
watched an hour of history channel international - something i had already seen, "infamous murders" or some gay shit like that and noticed again how poorly conceptualized/written it was. considered not going into cambridge like i said i would because i had a killer headache - but eventually ventured out. missed the comedy. stayed for drinks with jayme and neal. cool folk who make up for the rest of the shitheads that exist.
[as an aside] i fucking hate how the history channel (proper) has given in to the masses. if i am watching the history channel, i most likely want to see something... well... that has something to do with history. i do NOT want to see anything related to UFOs. not now, not mother fucking ever. unless its a documentary on conspiracy theories. then, i guess, ufos would be acceptable. however, if you want to lend credence to your programming, oh lords of the history channel, please remove the aliens from hitler's asshole.
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when we were leaving i saw this reeeeeeeeeeeeally cute asian girl and i must have stared at her (i was on the phone not paying attention to what i was physically doing) and she turned around and looked directly at me and smiled and said "good night."
i turned around to see who she was talking to. ha. when i realized it was me it was too late to say something witty and flash my winning smile. wtf is that all about? i have never actually had my jaw physically drop when seeing someone pass. weird. i thought that was just an expression. now i know better.
i had a theater date with the head hen (our familial nickname for my maternal grandmother). we went to see patti lupone - who was playing, of all places, at waltham high school. wtf? cool, but wtf? i just went to see her in february at the eugene o'neil theater in nyc and today, its my mom's alma mater. weird. but she rocked as expected and our seats were really close. here's a warning for you. do not sit too close to patti lupone. haha. man, she can sing. and loooud. and she sang some cole porter which was sweet. very.
then it was off to dinner - and i devoured DEVOURED my crabmeat pie from grassfields. omg i wish i could live on those. its like, better than sex (with most people). crab is my favorite food ever. ever ever ever. then chilean sea bass. then lobster. then cheese (as a whole food group, as i will most likely eat any cheese there is - except the shit they sell as premade dip for crackers - but if i was high, i would probably still eat even that). so yeah. seafood and cheese, please. (no wonder i'm fat). yeah, and a huge ass loaded baked potato side (with the crabmeat pie)... which was mediocre and i left half of it untouched out of spite. i would have left the whole thing but i was staaaaaaaaahhhving. oh yeah, did i mention i was a fat kid? then we drank our coffees and headed home.
watched an hour of history channel international - something i had already seen, "infamous murders" or some gay shit like that and noticed again how poorly conceptualized/written it was. considered not going into cambridge like i said i would because i had a killer headache - but eventually ventured out. missed the comedy. stayed for drinks with jayme and neal. cool folk who make up for the rest of the shitheads that exist.
[as an aside] i fucking hate how the history channel (proper) has given in to the masses. if i am watching the history channel, i most likely want to see something... well... that has something to do with history. i do NOT want to see anything related to UFOs. not now, not mother fucking ever. unless its a documentary on conspiracy theories. then, i guess, ufos would be acceptable. however, if you want to lend credence to your programming, oh lords of the history channel, please remove the aliens from hitler's asshole.
[snaps back to original story]
when we were leaving i saw this reeeeeeeeeeeeally cute asian girl and i must have stared at her (i was on the phone not paying attention to what i was physically doing) and she turned around and looked directly at me and smiled and said "good night."
i turned around to see who she was talking to. ha. when i realized it was me it was too late to say something witty and flash my winning smile. wtf is that all about? i have never actually had my jaw physically drop when seeing someone pass. weird. i thought that was just an expression. now i know better.