What a great weekend we had in Boston… in terms of weather. I think we just came off the cloudiest and dampest June in my life. I don’t recall worrying about torrential rain on my birthday in the past, but this year it was almost a foregone conclusion. Based on the results of June I wouldn’t have been completely shocked if the weather channel had forecasted locusts for the weekend of the 4th of July!! After all things were getting a little biblical around here. When I returned from my work trip to Maryland earlier in the week I saw animals walking in twos down Storrow Drive towards a large wooden structure on the Charles River.
So the sun finally comes out on Friday and I have the day off from work, so the first thing that comes to mind is let’s go inside to a dark movie theater, lol. I think my body had become allergic to the sun it had been so long since I had seen it! Dan and I decided to head over to the Loews at the Boston Common to watch the summer hit, The Hangover. The previews naturally were longer than the movie, but we knew that was coming and we made a bet on the number of previews before sitting down in the theater. The over/under was 5… safe to say the smart money was on over. The odd part was that 4 of the previews were horror flicks. Interesting considering we were there to see a comedy?!?! That was merely foreshadowing of the day to come. I will give myself credit for realizing this was the case and turning down Dan’s offer to hit up Foxwoods after the movie. You see I believe that the writing is usually on the wall… you just have to have the awareness to find it and read it. I know it sounds like I have been drinking too much or seen Final Destination one too many times, but I swear its true and I’m not having an Amy Winehouse moment.
In lieu of hitting up Foxwoods, we headed over the bar Sevens on Charles Street for a bite to eat and a beer. We were enjoying some nachos and chicken fingers when a mother and daughter combo sat down right next to me. The daughter was incredibly good looking and they looked as out of place in that bar as the Griswold’s did in Europe. I mean they had their maps of the city, as well as the map of the different colored T lines spread out across the table. They looked like they wanted to order and didn’t know how to get a menu. Our waitress was covering the entire bar with no help, so Dan and I already knew that they were going to need to get her attention. She was not going to come over on her own. I let the combo know this. Normally that would get a thank you followed by asking if we are from Boston and me continuing the convo by asking them what part of the country they are from. Instead they thanked me got up and planted themselves up at the bar where they would be right in front of the waitress. Dan and I laughed and in storybook fashion a new trio sat at the vacated table next to me. It was the cast from the Biggest Loser. It was three ladies that weighed in around 1800 pounds combined! Perfect!
We heard from Dan’s wife Gabe. She was going to come down and meet us there and potentially head over to the rehearsal of the Pops for a bit. We fast forward to about 6:30 and Gabe shows up. Dan and I are enough beers deep that we have a real nice buzz going. More bar help has arrived and there are now multiple waitresses. We have a new one named Tricia. She playfully is picking on me for nursing my beers. I then turn to the table next to me that is now full of southerners and ask a cute little blonde girl if she thinks the waitress is right or if she thinks I can finish my half of a beer before she comes back with a new one. In my defense I am a Captain and Coke drinker. Actually that may be an understatement. I have a picture of me doing the Captain pose on facebook and am thinking of getting a similar statue for my living room, lol. I only have beers at ballgames for the most part. Anyways, this kicks off a convo with Sally Scotland who is from Baton Rouge or Texas… I can’t remember since she kept flip flopping on the issue. Anyways, we are all having a good time, all getting a little drunk and its safe to say the little blonde has taken a liking to me. Evidence of that is that we are comparing calf muscles, biceps and she let me pick her up…literally! She is making jokes about how uncomfortable the thought of waking up in a stranger’s apartment would be. I am joking back by asking her is it would less uncomfortable for her if we met up with Dan and Gabe for brunch afterwards… surely that would be nicer than the good old $20 scotch taped to her forehead with a hand drawn map of the closest cab stand. Kidding!! Anyways its now 9pm so we make a plan to all go home, shower, and meet up at a bar in Fanuiel Hall at 10:30pm.
I walk home, heat up some chicken because I am starving and jump in the shower. I shower up quick and pop a Redbull when getting dressed to get the energy level back up. I decide the RedBull isn’t enough and pop in a DVD to ratchet things up a notch. Obviously I grab Save The Last Dance and start practicing my moves in the living room. I totally “served” the people in the apartment across the way that can see my in my living room! LOL Anyways we all meet up again at their hotel and walk over to Bell In Hand. She is on my arm and I am thinking this is going to be a fun night because this girl is pretty cool… and that little southern twang she has isn’t so bad either!! We get to the bar and do a couple shots. She starts talking to some random dudes, but I figure its no big deal. Girls always like to flirt a little bit to see the guys reaction. We fast forward to her coming over to me, grabbing me and going into a nice little (aggressive) make-out scene that ends with her biting my neck. I’m not talking a nibble here. I am talking straight up Dracula trying to draw blood. Dan and Gabe saw the mark on my neck and wanted to call EMTs. We are definitely drunk at this point, but obviously not drunk enough to witness the next 20 minutes… of her making out with 3 other guys like it was a competition. I was stunned, but at least I was first so I didn’t need to run out for some Listerine immediately. It was like being in Studio 54 only I don’t recall being in NY and I don’t remember doing a line of Columbian Bam-Bam. Anyways, that is not of interest to me so I left shortly thereafter. I vaguely remember walking home and thinking that I should have seen that coming based on the events and foreshadowing earlier in the day. I woke up in my bed with a nice little hangover. I dragged myself out of bed in search of some Advil and found Mike Tyson’s tiger in my bathtub and a sleeping baby in the entertainment center under my flatscreen TV….but hey, at least the sun finally came out and made an appearance this summer : )
So the sun finally comes out on Friday and I have the day off from work, so the first thing that comes to mind is let’s go inside to a dark movie theater, lol. I think my body had become allergic to the sun it had been so long since I had seen it! Dan and I decided to head over to the Loews at the Boston Common to watch the summer hit, The Hangover. The previews naturally were longer than the movie, but we knew that was coming and we made a bet on the number of previews before sitting down in the theater. The over/under was 5… safe to say the smart money was on over. The odd part was that 4 of the previews were horror flicks. Interesting considering we were there to see a comedy?!?! That was merely foreshadowing of the day to come. I will give myself credit for realizing this was the case and turning down Dan’s offer to hit up Foxwoods after the movie. You see I believe that the writing is usually on the wall… you just have to have the awareness to find it and read it. I know it sounds like I have been drinking too much or seen Final Destination one too many times, but I swear its true and I’m not having an Amy Winehouse moment.
In lieu of hitting up Foxwoods, we headed over the bar Sevens on Charles Street for a bite to eat and a beer. We were enjoying some nachos and chicken fingers when a mother and daughter combo sat down right next to me. The daughter was incredibly good looking and they looked as out of place in that bar as the Griswold’s did in Europe. I mean they had their maps of the city, as well as the map of the different colored T lines spread out across the table. They looked like they wanted to order and didn’t know how to get a menu. Our waitress was covering the entire bar with no help, so Dan and I already knew that they were going to need to get her attention. She was not going to come over on her own. I let the combo know this. Normally that would get a thank you followed by asking if we are from Boston and me continuing the convo by asking them what part of the country they are from. Instead they thanked me got up and planted themselves up at the bar where they would be right in front of the waitress. Dan and I laughed and in storybook fashion a new trio sat at the vacated table next to me. It was the cast from the Biggest Loser. It was three ladies that weighed in around 1800 pounds combined! Perfect!
We heard from Dan’s wife Gabe. She was going to come down and meet us there and potentially head over to the rehearsal of the Pops for a bit. We fast forward to about 6:30 and Gabe shows up. Dan and I are enough beers deep that we have a real nice buzz going. More bar help has arrived and there are now multiple waitresses. We have a new one named Tricia. She playfully is picking on me for nursing my beers. I then turn to the table next to me that is now full of southerners and ask a cute little blonde girl if she thinks the waitress is right or if she thinks I can finish my half of a beer before she comes back with a new one. In my defense I am a Captain and Coke drinker. Actually that may be an understatement. I have a picture of me doing the Captain pose on facebook and am thinking of getting a similar statue for my living room, lol. I only have beers at ballgames for the most part. Anyways, this kicks off a convo with Sally Scotland who is from Baton Rouge or Texas… I can’t remember since she kept flip flopping on the issue. Anyways, we are all having a good time, all getting a little drunk and its safe to say the little blonde has taken a liking to me. Evidence of that is that we are comparing calf muscles, biceps and she let me pick her up…literally! She is making jokes about how uncomfortable the thought of waking up in a stranger’s apartment would be. I am joking back by asking her is it would less uncomfortable for her if we met up with Dan and Gabe for brunch afterwards… surely that would be nicer than the good old $20 scotch taped to her forehead with a hand drawn map of the closest cab stand. Kidding!! Anyways its now 9pm so we make a plan to all go home, shower, and meet up at a bar in Fanuiel Hall at 10:30pm.
I walk home, heat up some chicken because I am starving and jump in the shower. I shower up quick and pop a Redbull when getting dressed to get the energy level back up. I decide the RedBull isn’t enough and pop in a DVD to ratchet things up a notch. Obviously I grab Save The Last Dance and start practicing my moves in the living room. I totally “served” the people in the apartment across the way that can see my in my living room! LOL Anyways we all meet up again at their hotel and walk over to Bell In Hand. She is on my arm and I am thinking this is going to be a fun night because this girl is pretty cool… and that little southern twang she has isn’t so bad either!! We get to the bar and do a couple shots. She starts talking to some random dudes, but I figure its no big deal. Girls always like to flirt a little bit to see the guys reaction. We fast forward to her coming over to me, grabbing me and going into a nice little (aggressive) make-out scene that ends with her biting my neck. I’m not talking a nibble here. I am talking straight up Dracula trying to draw blood. Dan and Gabe saw the mark on my neck and wanted to call EMTs. We are definitely drunk at this point, but obviously not drunk enough to witness the next 20 minutes… of her making out with 3 other guys like it was a competition. I was stunned, but at least I was first so I didn’t need to run out for some Listerine immediately. It was like being in Studio 54 only I don’t recall being in NY and I don’t remember doing a line of Columbian Bam-Bam. Anyways, that is not of interest to me so I left shortly thereafter. I vaguely remember walking home and thinking that I should have seen that coming based on the events and foreshadowing earlier in the day. I woke up in my bed with a nice little hangover. I dragged myself out of bed in search of some Advil and found Mike Tyson’s tiger in my bathtub and a sleeping baby in the entertainment center under my flatscreen TV….but hey, at least the sun finally came out and made an appearance this summer : )
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