So after a night of drinking at Cambridge Common (on the List) this past Friday I was dragged to an afterparty (also on the List) in Watertown (yup) of all places. I started to walk towards the kitchen, as I've always been one of those spastics who thinks the room meant for cooking is the one to hang out in at parties (as opposed to the one designed for hanging out in). But to my dismay the kitchen was chock-a-block with guys wearing backwards visors (it's February) and cargo pants gathered around a table watching our nation's favourite college pastime go down. Fair enough, said I. After all the TV in the living room had Olympic curling on.
But now that I mention the living room, allow me get to the meat of this non-story:
But now that I mention the living room, allow me get to the meat of this non-story:
"Heroes are made one cup at a time," the small print reads. On a wrinkled-up poster. In a cheap frame. The less said about the fact that it was the solitary item hanging on the wall of the apartment the better, perhaps.
So for the love of God put me on the list for being the kind of person who attends parties like this and takes sneaky cellphone pics to make fun of on the internet.
And for having my ass handed to me on the table by some pleb with a ponytail.
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6 comments:
oof, that night sounds awful Leo. Thanks for stopping by to see me at Temple Bar while you were over there though. And also coming to Watertown and not inviting me to your party.
also: "favourites"
Had I remembered you work at that place and live in that town I'd mos def have texted your number which I don't have, bro.
FIFA at the Whitewife practice space soon?
Cool, I'm down, but I might have a poker game with Lazar and Random Donut that night. Whatever night it is you mean.
haha. <-- that was tough to admit, it being leo and all.
^^^ kind of like that time Kid Nice found himself digging an Unkle Kracker song?
Quit while you're ahead.
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