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last night wasn't such a bad idea. got drunk, got to sleep, got up in the morning a-ok.

went to maryann's last night and foudn no mancini, called his cell and apparantly the irish fellows he was with got denied from mary ann's due to their strict "no passport or anything else that looks vaguely official" policy. so as a last resort they headed to city sides. i went. hung out there, drank beers, caught up. turns out a few kids from ireland are subletting mike's place and it was one of their 21st, and he did it in style. drinking wise.. not location wise, because lest you be misguided, city sides is a terrible terrible godawful bar that's mere existence should be filed as a war crime. it's bad, and incredibly depressing. it's all these old people who hate their lives and come to city sides and throw themselves around until someone will go home with them. and some of them, like the girl who was whoring herself out to everyone in the bar including some really creepy old guy with a terrible goatee, are actually kind of cute. i want to never go back there, unless it's part of some doctoral thesis. but it was the venue where we got the irish kid wasted. it was funny, because he had an accent and blessed himself before every shot. and then at about 1:45 just got up and left the bar towards home, which is when mancini and i followed.

then today i worked blah blah blah came home blah and blah blah blah.

oh yeah, boss said that if it's 90+ degrees, we don't have to wear ties. and i was like "great, i really don't care." because i haven't been affected by the heat. like today, it was 97 degrees. and i went outside in pants sleeves and undershirt and tie, hung out, had a smoke, walked to newbury comics, and was just fine. meanwhile boss and others are like "this is unbearable" menino issues a heat warning or something and i'm just not in on the big joke i guess.