July 16, 2006
This is what I did to celebrate:
-CIBO restaurant in the North End with Rene and Erin and Matt. Always a precarious position, mixing the Maine friends with the Weymouth ones, but it was quite successful this birthday, as it was in birthdays past. And the food, as always, was delectable. Mmmmmm....
- The Bell in Hand. I’m done with the big bars with little kids wearing jeans and low-cut tanks and bad makeup. And the guys, also in jeans, with tight polos with popped collars and slightly spiky hair. Yawn. It’s like the old Roadrunner cartoons with looped background.
- The Green Dragon Tavern. Funner. A good live band playing interesting twists on covers like James’s “Pretty” and “Car Wash.” Matt went home to catch train to Brookline.
- Back to Southie, where Erin had parked her car so we could avoid the ridiculous Boston traffic, due to collapsing ceiling. I don’t know if you’ve heard about this, but there’s some transportation issues in Boston’s Big Dig program. Also, I don’t know if you’ve heard this, either, but Massachusetts allows gay marriage. I figured I’d tell you because if you didn’t know about the tunnel collapse, you probably didn’t know about the marriage thing, either. Also we’re at war with Terror. Terror is not a country. It’s a feeling. So, that’s going well. Anyway…
-L Street Tavern. Big strike against this place for Friday. People were dickheads. Dick. Heads. Totally. No link for you, suckahs.
-Sweet talked our way into final bar, Murphy’s Law, after the bouncer began to say “no” because they were too full. Met boring guys who convinced us to go to
-South Street Diner, for late nite snacking. I had severe headache and anxiety about getting up for work the next morning. We ditched them after picking at a plate of fries and went to Rene’s apartment in Quincy to sleepover. Fun.
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