My weekend has been a little bizarre, lol. And this isn't one of those long mindfuck "How I Accidently" entries I have done in the past but one is coming, don't worry. It is mostly a weekend wrapup.
Friday night was just a big ole mess that ended at 4am and left me hanging out on the couch all day long. Which turned out to be fine since it was a shitty grey Saturday anyways. I also got to finish Memoirs for a Geisha (review soon), picked up my newly sewn Quicksilver waterproof backpack (for all of the surfing I do), and sketched out some plans for my Brasilia painting.
Saturday night I hung around watching Alias until about 10:30 when I ended up meeting up with Brian (who is no longer angry) for some drinks at Sibling Rivalry. After stuffing myself with a pot de creme (which later made me want to vomit), Eric and his myspace boy showed up and... well, I entered some weird existential twilight zone where Brian and I went on the date with them. The whole interrogation of never having really met the person before, happened not just with the boy but with the three of us. So, where do u live? What do you do? Your REALLY 28? wanna make out? haha.. it was 
absolutely bizarre and hysterical and (sorry Eric) if I was ever thrown into the situation of meeting some boy and his friends all of whom I have never met before, and they are drunk and slightly stoned, I would never talk to him again. lol. BUT THEN it got better, lol. We headed across the street to Boston's Eagle, the Dirty Bird as some call it, for my first time EVER entering the place. My first thought before I got a $3.00 beer which I think is the cheapest I have ever had in Boston was "Omg, this is where the gays come to die." I am sorry but it was bad, really REALLY bad. lol, so I tanked my beer and we left after 20minutes, even though I had hopes for it to be trashy fun dirty.
Sunday was supposed to be my great trip outside of the city for a happy little hike but it got changed into DimSum in Chinatown with Tom and his boy, an allergic reaction from soy in my Starbucks latte, Barney's, and a walk around the city in the nice (but still brisk) sunny weather. Typical of Boston, Barney's was too tamed down compared to its NYC or LA counterpart. Yet, the homo's were still going gaga over stuff that was just so preppy boring. Oh well, moving on and up. After my little hike around the city, where I saw a magazine with a jockboy totally in the fucking nude lieing on a stack of books right in the wide open and packed walkway of the Barnes and Noble (seriously), some little girl (though when she turned around was like a sad 28) reading XY, I ended up in the liquor store buying beer. First, I get that warm tingly sensation when I enter 3 stores. One is any Apple store for obvious reasons. Two, is any serious art store. Three, is hysterically the liquor store. I just feel this absolute compulsion to buy anything and everything, like a new ipod when I have 2, or Tiger beer, or new oil sticks, lol. Something about buying shit I really don't need is basically the ultimate idea for all of these stores and pretty much what drives me wild. So SOO tempting.
ha, and now the beer.
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