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Last night was defined by Spontanaety. The magazines came back from the printer and I took a few home with me. Its not really that big of a deal, but save a convert review Ive never had writing published, let alone in a glossy. So I was pumped.
Somewhere between the greendale mall and my apartment I decided that I would never have a chance to celebrate my first time getting published again. I stopped in, grabbed Hadley and took off in the wrong direction to our destination. We attempted to go to the Blarneystone, and we did end up goint to the Blarneystone, but not until we accidently ended up in W. Boylston. We spent some time chatting, drinking our pitcher of cheap beer ($5) and eating popcorn (free, AND i got to walk behind the bar and scoop it myself.
We drove home and decided more celebrating was in order, so we bought more beer and ended up watching Top Chef. Fucking Elan.
Then we started playing music. We played blues for a long while, as blues is the only thing i have a decent grasp on with guitar. Hadley was on harmonica and singing of all his woes, and the woes of being alive and he depressed me so I switched to Howie Day (the other thing i have a grasp on); but either he didnt notice or he didnt care, because he kept on bringing me down.
Now im in a funk because of a drunken song.
Somewhere between the greendale mall and my apartment I decided that I would never have a chance to celebrate my first time getting published again. I stopped in, grabbed Hadley and took off in the wrong direction to our destination. We attempted to go to the Blarneystone, and we did end up goint to the Blarneystone, but not until we accidently ended up in W. Boylston. We spent some time chatting, drinking our pitcher of cheap beer ($5) and eating popcorn (free, AND i got to walk behind the bar and scoop it myself.
We drove home and decided more celebrating was in order, so we bought more beer and ended up watching Top Chef. Fucking Elan.
Then we started playing music. We played blues for a long while, as blues is the only thing i have a decent grasp on with guitar. Hadley was on harmonica and singing of all his woes, and the woes of being alive and he depressed me so I switched to Howie Day (the other thing i have a grasp on); but either he didnt notice or he didnt care, because he kept on bringing me down.
Now im in a funk because of a drunken song.