I'm so glad I took the T into town, because things like this cannot be seen from a car:
I'm not sure what this all is, but I had to take a picture because this captures the essence of Chinatowns all over America. I think there are chicken feet on the left, some bright yellow ocean-dwelling critter up top, and of course the hanging ducks. Lovely!
I bought taiwanese take-out and enjoyed dinner and crafts with some new friends from my new small group. I learned a few things while riding the train home:
a) Getting stuck on a green line train on a Red Sox night is not fun. Not only is the train packed, the stench of 50+ Sox fans after five hours of being in the sun is not pretty. I usually don't like to sit next to strange men with bloodshot eyes and liquor on the breath, but tonight I was grateful.
b) Red sox paraphernalia comes in pink. Andy J. or Mike P., if you come to Boston, I'll take you to a Red Sox game AND buy you a pink Sox shirt. I'll bet that's something you don't have in your collection yet.
c) I am getting old. I overheard one girl, all decked out and headed to some bar with a group of friends, tell someone on her cell phone "if I'm too drunk to recognize you later, make sure you take a picture of us together, okay?" The only thing I'm drinking tonight is some water to wash down my vitamins.
2 comments:
Wow,... DJ had a ton of hair!
I know what you say about those Chinatowns. My barber... $4 in Chinatown in what's called the Brazil barber. And all the barber shops seem to be nothing more than cover-ups for mah-jong gambling.
You're never too old to drunk to forget everything. I have a friend that have stumbled around the city, looking for his apartment for twenty minutes. Then there was my last birthday, where I couldn't remember who was there and had to piece it together slowly over the next two weeks. There's no age limit on these great things.
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