The weather held out for Taste of Boston. It was murky and humid but not very warm, the kind of air it's hard to dress for, where one person is wearing shorts and a t-shirt and the person next to them has on jeans and long sleeves. I opted for my green Old Navy pants, a black tank top, and my Asics, which are silver and fuchsia and awesome. Joe had on his Bruschi jersey. We wandered around with Mardi and Mark, trading tickets for food, none of which was nutritionally valid: pizza, nachos, cannoli, pulled pork, ribs, hot dogs, chocolate cake.
The Gin Blossoms' preformance was pretty good. The singer, Robin Wilson, had the hood of his black windbreaker up the whole time, which clashed a bit with his tambourine. But his voice sounded nice. He forgot the opening lyrics to one song and at the end of the set he said, "We have one more song for you—uh, no we don't" and ran offstage to wait for the encore. But that's all right; those were just little reminders to us that hey, it's free.
Yesterday Joe and I played a minor role in a friend's vindication by helping her move a bunch of her ex-boyfriend's crap into storage. We painted watercolors with her 3-year-old daughter while she went to get the borrowed pickup truck. We lugged a recliner, a glass-topped table and chairs, a deep fryer, a printer, a mattress, some junk and several boxes out of her basement and into the truck, then out of the truck onto dollies, up a service elevator, and down a scary hallway to the very last storage space on the top floor of a warehouse. I went inside the empty space and had them shut the door on me, then screamed to be let out. We talked about what prison might be like. After we were done, sweaty and tired and dirty, she took us to dinner and Joe entertained her daughter by making monster faces.
Tonight we are road-tripping with Becca to get tickets to see DANE. He's playing up at Colby College in October. You can only buy tickets at the Colby box office or at Bull Moose Music locations, and since Colby is 3.5 hours away, we're opting for Bull Moose in Salem, NH. We really hope Becca starts dating Dane and then the four of us can hang out and he can drive us to John Brewers in the CT 2004, tossing handfuls of watermelon Jolly Ranchers in the back and screaming "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, BK BROILER!"
The Gin Blossoms' preformance was pretty good. The singer, Robin Wilson, had the hood of his black windbreaker up the whole time, which clashed a bit with his tambourine. But his voice sounded nice. He forgot the opening lyrics to one song and at the end of the set he said, "We have one more song for you—uh, no we don't" and ran offstage to wait for the encore. But that's all right; those were just little reminders to us that hey, it's free.
Yesterday Joe and I played a minor role in a friend's vindication by helping her move a bunch of her ex-boyfriend's crap into storage. We painted watercolors with her 3-year-old daughter while she went to get the borrowed pickup truck. We lugged a recliner, a glass-topped table and chairs, a deep fryer, a printer, a mattress, some junk and several boxes out of her basement and into the truck, then out of the truck onto dollies, up a service elevator, and down a scary hallway to the very last storage space on the top floor of a warehouse. I went inside the empty space and had them shut the door on me, then screamed to be let out. We talked about what prison might be like. After we were done, sweaty and tired and dirty, she took us to dinner and Joe entertained her daughter by making monster faces.
Tonight we are road-tripping with Becca to get tickets to see DANE. He's playing up at Colby College in October. You can only buy tickets at the Colby box office or at Bull Moose Music locations, and since Colby is 3.5 hours away, we're opting for Bull Moose in Salem, NH. We really hope Becca starts dating Dane and then the four of us can hang out and he can drive us to John Brewers in the CT 2004, tossing handfuls of watermelon Jolly Ranchers in the back and screaming "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, BK BROILER!"
1 Comments:
In theory, that could work. But Dane and I will probably be a little busy with all the dirty sex, so you may have to find your own ride. Love you anyway!
Post a Comment
<< Home