Saturday-Birthday Edition
I went to Hooter's for the first time in my life with my honorary, secondary, dysfunctional mother in Saugus. The waitresses had me stand-up on a chair while they chanted a Happy Birthday chant. A different table had a birthday on the other side of the restaurant and did a different chant for the two men standing on the chairs. Then the waitresses came over to my table and said they thought I could do better than the other table. So I was back-up on the chair and blowing my whistle. Apparently the other table didn't want to try to outdo me. Damnit.
After I spent time texting people about my birthday while the friend-of-the-family played a game on the computer with her son, we went-out for ice cream. The Shake and Twist on Revere Beach had a mango ice cream so I bought myself a kiddie-size cone.
Before we went to Hooter's, I did pick-up a bottle of Kamora at Kappy's which I took with me to Harvard Square after I got some milk. The Pit had a few random Yo's and break dancers that had a crowd gathered around them so I went to the River to see if anyone else was out. Didn't get to say hi to one guy I recognized and his dog Rainy (who's probably more popular than him, but that's because she is such a relaxed dog.) Did sit-down with a group that had one female I know and shared the drink with anyone that wanted some.
A guy who says he's from Logan (because he likes saying Logan better than East Boston) said a friend of his was having a party in Allston (Boston). I'm the only one who bothered to follow. Turns-out the host was Hutch, the guy behind the bostonpunk.org site that I check for show listings once-a-week.
I didn't want to get stranded in Boston overnight and needed to get some sleep since I did promise the Boston Babydolls (local burlesque troupe) that I would help them clean a garage of theirs the next day, so I stayed for only a few hours to 11-ish. Guy-from-Logan tried to get me to smoke-it-up more than once in the night even though I've already explained getting federal financial aid for college is still a future concern and I would be the honest person to say yes to the question, have you ever tried an illicit substance? So I didn't bother to say good-bye to him.
I still managed to catch my last bus connection at 12:30 instead of having to walk the final 3.something miles or take a cab.
After I spent time texting people about my birthday while the friend-of-the-family played a game on the computer with her son, we went-out for ice cream. The Shake and Twist on Revere Beach had a mango ice cream so I bought myself a kiddie-size cone.
Before we went to Hooter's, I did pick-up a bottle of Kamora at Kappy's which I took with me to Harvard Square after I got some milk. The Pit had a few random Yo's and break dancers that had a crowd gathered around them so I went to the River to see if anyone else was out. Didn't get to say hi to one guy I recognized and his dog Rainy (who's probably more popular than him, but that's because she is such a relaxed dog.) Did sit-down with a group that had one female I know and shared the drink with anyone that wanted some.
A guy who says he's from Logan (because he likes saying Logan better than East Boston) said a friend of his was having a party in Allston (Boston). I'm the only one who bothered to follow. Turns-out the host was Hutch, the guy behind the bostonpunk.org site that I check for show listings once-a-week.
I didn't want to get stranded in Boston overnight and needed to get some sleep since I did promise the Boston Babydolls (local burlesque troupe) that I would help them clean a garage of theirs the next day, so I stayed for only a few hours to 11-ish. Guy-from-Logan tried to get me to smoke-it-up more than once in the night even though I've already explained getting federal financial aid for college is still a future concern and I would be the honest person to say yes to the question, have you ever tried an illicit substance? So I didn't bother to say good-bye to him.
I still managed to catch my last bus connection at 12:30 instead of having to walk the final 3.something miles or take a cab.