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timorous me
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on thursday night tim was up, well i guess he's still here, but anyway, i met up with him at like 11 and we went to kinvarra, my first time ever there. i t was everything i had ever heard about it: lots of girls dressed all whorey. that's not fun for me when i go to a bar. i like going to a bar like the silhouette and playing darts, or just playng tee somewhere. seeing a bunch of cute girls dressed like sluts just makes me pissed off. it was cool though, tim knew the bouncer so we got to be the assholes who bounce the entire line, which was pretty substantial.
We were just there quick for a shot and abeer, we had to meet katie at the kells where she was with her two old roommates enduring a shitty bar. we got there and just kept to ourselves away from the stupid euro dance room and shit. they played the outkast song, which is the best song ever made and we all enjoyed it thoroughly. there was some guy there i think i knew and he had this awful hooded sweater thing on, which is bad enough, but he had the hood TUCKED INTO THE BACK OF THE SWEATER. it was possibly the most retarded thing i've seen, and none of could imagine what the hell he was thinking.
after work yesterday was poker in the basement in south boston. fun time that, and i actually won about a buck fifty. i was up probably $300 towards the end, but then i got greedy and just kept playing and staying in hands i shouldn't have. but hey, i won money and you really can't beat poker in the basement of south boston. i didn't think much of it at the time, but i did today: i got there at 6pm and left very close to 4 in the morning. that's 10 freaking hours of poker. granted, we had a little pizza party midway through, but that was 10 minutes long if that. that's just a whole lot of poker man. which explains why i had the world's WORST headache that kicked in around 1am. what's also nice is that now that i no longer live at caltha, i can just get a ride down to kenmore square since grappo lives on park drive and then from there it's like a 5 dollar cab ride home. the dude who's cab i was in freaking gave me 5 dollars change on a $20, and i think it was on purpose, but i wasn't that drunk so i noticed it. also, his cab smelled fucking awful.
the main problem with poker in the basement in southie is that it's a goddamn cigarette factory. i smoke maybe two a day unless i'm out, but in the basement in southie you go through a pack and don't think twice and it's freaking gross. but the money still smells nice after you leave so it's all good i guess.
yeah yeah so today i bailed on the BC/ND game even though i could've had a free ticket courtesy of real estate developer extraodinaire peter bailey but despite it being a GORGEOUS day i'm lazy as hell and didn't want to get out of bed at 10am to get the ticket. so instead i watched the game and then played videogames and then took a nap and then katie and iw atched the premiere of buffy season 6 and then sean came over and we watched snl and junk and now i'm here
cheers