Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Can't you two just get dressed up and trashed anyway?
For real! You have like a zillion clubs within a 2 block radius! That Irish place with the DJ, go check that place out? (I can't remember the name of it, but it's on the same block as you, just on Mass Ave? Begins with a K? I don't know.) Middle East? TT the Bear's?
Man if I weren't stupid from exhaustion, I'd go to TT's. I miss that place.
But, we don't want live music. This is the problem.
Also, apparently, mostly I just want to whine. I've been looking forward to this for WEEKS.
But, we don't want live music. This is the problem.
Get dressed up. Put on you iPods. Go to a bar and get trashed. Simple.
Sometimes you have to make your own fun!
Also, apparently, mostly I just want to whine.
vw: the bug that could whine.
Where the hell is the can-do spirit now? You can't just let fun whither on the vine. There's got to be a commitment to fun. I can't believe that in all of Boston there's no place you could go to.
Emily has a very small confort zone. Apparently that consists of Manray. I'm trying to convince her to branch out, but it's not lookin' good.
Edit: That was supposed to be comfort. Apparently, I'm already a little tipsy. Emily needs to catch up.
VW--why don't you go to Ryles and do Brazilian dancing? They have a DJ. [link]
I wish you could all see our conversations we're having right now. They're quite humorous.
Yes, they consist mostly of me cringing and looking guilty.
vw and emily, I hope you can find yourselves some sort of party!