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Hey everybody! I’m back! Hide the booze!
H and I had a fantastic time over the past week on our latest east coast swing. We made stops in such exotic ports of call as Brookline, Mass, where we were lucky enough to be put up by the lovely Auj and her gracious live-out roomie Chris, and proceeded to drink ourselves retarded at our old college haunts; Londonderry, NH, where we lodged with my oh-so-gracious mother and scratched lottery tickets until our fingers bled; and Portland, Maine, where my dad gave up the comforts of his bedroom for us to stay in (while he slummed it at his “friend” Cindy’s house *wink wink*).
There are, of course, hundreds of stories to tell, not the least of which deal with drunken karaoke at T’s with Jer; a post-marathon visit from Benny; the most boring penguin presentation of all time; a chowdah n’ Guiness at Legals; spinach dip at Sunset; an unexpected walk home in the rain; a bunch of Sox games with Troop, Joey Cats and the Rem Dawg; stops at H&M, Our House, Chacarero, The Portsmouth Brew House, Nutfields, CampCo and Fire & Ice; an early morning free outbound ride on the Green Line and a long LONG wait for the 66; and a veritable IV drip of Dunkin Donuts coffee.
The highlight of the week, in my humble opinion, was catching the Sox game—a 12-7 win over the Jays featuring thirty combined hits, an inconsistent but at time overpowering Curt Schilling, two monster dingers from Manny (both of which I managed to miss thanks to assorted Fenway Frank-related issues) and a helluva reaching catch by Trot Nixon in the rightfield corner—on Marathon Monday. To be able to travel 3000 miles to spend my favorite day in my favorite town watching my favorite team with my favorite girl—I hate to get all sentimental, but it just don’t get any better than that, folks.
H and I had a fantastic time over the past week on our latest east coast swing. We made stops in such exotic ports of call as Brookline, Mass, where we were lucky enough to be put up by the lovely Auj and her gracious live-out roomie Chris, and proceeded to drink ourselves retarded at our old college haunts; Londonderry, NH, where we lodged with my oh-so-gracious mother and scratched lottery tickets until our fingers bled; and Portland, Maine, where my dad gave up the comforts of his bedroom for us to stay in (while he slummed it at his “friend” Cindy’s house *wink wink*).
There are, of course, hundreds of stories to tell, not the least of which deal with drunken karaoke at T’s with Jer; a post-marathon visit from Benny; the most boring penguin presentation of all time; a chowdah n’ Guiness at Legals; spinach dip at Sunset; an unexpected walk home in the rain; a bunch of Sox games with Troop, Joey Cats and the Rem Dawg; stops at H&M, Our House, Chacarero, The Portsmouth Brew House, Nutfields, CampCo and Fire & Ice; an early morning free outbound ride on the Green Line and a long LONG wait for the 66; and a veritable IV drip of Dunkin Donuts coffee.
The highlight of the week, in my humble opinion, was catching the Sox game—a 12-7 win over the Jays featuring thirty combined hits, an inconsistent but at time overpowering Curt Schilling, two monster dingers from Manny (both of which I managed to miss thanks to assorted Fenway Frank-related issues) and a helluva reaching catch by Trot Nixon in the rightfield corner—on Marathon Monday. To be able to travel 3000 miles to spend my favorite day in my favorite town watching my favorite team with my favorite girl—I hate to get all sentimental, but it just don’t get any better than that, folks.
posted by bd @ 4/26/2005 05:48:00 PM
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