Hmmm. I guess its not a week for updating, because no one really seems to be, myself included. The week was a week. Monday was good, Yom Kippur means chill day of work in the morning for me, then running around Boston looking for cowboy costumes, enjoying beers and free apps at Sissy’s and School of Rock. Did I mention that last Sunday I went to the freaking Topsfield Fair? I saw RACING PIGLETS! And a horse pull competition, aaaaaaand the biggest pumpkin in New England. Dude I don’t care what you say, the fair rocked. It was worth every penny I spent (and there were many pennies spent), In fact I would pay double to do it again and have an equally splendid time. Yeah so the week went by fast. Not sure if it was all the Red Sox games… or the fabulous dinners I ate… or that I’m just happy. Yeah I think its happiness. That would be it.
I went out last night. In Boston. And apparently it was Red Sox paraphenalia night. Sadly, no one bothered to mention it to me (I’m a shitty Bostonian, and I do care if we beat the shit out of the Yankees, but… yeah whatever) and I was caught wearing black… fortunately no riots broke out, we watched the end of a not so fulfilling game at Hurricanes, cheered when everyone else did and had some stellar Coronas. Then we made our way down to The Place where much dancing ensued. Some crazy dude with a fish tattoo was strutting his stuff like a backstreet boy. He tried to get my girls to convince the bouncer to let him dance on the platform, which apparently is girls only. Discrimination much? He was obviously gay, no straight man dances the way this boy did to “Girls just wanna have fun”… or has a fish tattoo and wants to dance on top of things. Anyway the night ended uneventfully and we girls bounced back home to Outkast in Georgia’s sweet Expedition.
I’m home in PA, chillin’ with the fam this weekend. Trips to the pumpkin patch, hayrides, shopping and family dinners are all the rage this weekend and I’m psyched.
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