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So i just posted this long post on suck­ahs con­cern­ing chris­tian­ity. too seri­ous a topic?

I do have this uncanny abil­ity to sit down on couches at par­ties and clear the room in a short amount of time. maybe i shouldn’t open my mouth.

ok, so I’ve been delay­ing writ­ing, because I’ve been busy design­ing and look­ing for work.

This week­end was quite a lot of fun. We picked up 666 (rebes) in chi­na­town late friday night – the bus arrived more than an hour-and-a-half late. But, this whole chi­na­town bus thing is incred­i­ble – you can take a com­fort­able bus between New York & Boston for $8-15 each way. What is that all about?

Anyway – albany dan, sara and kaleb arrived while we were wait­ing on a street corner under the chi­na­town pagoda arch. We all caught up soon enough back at the com­pound in All­ston, and the drink­ing com­menced. All but 666 did a shot of tequila. I encour­age you to ver­bally berate her for not participating.

Sat­ur­day was rain­ing, so we stayed inside until the after­noon, when we finally emerged from the com­pound to seek cheap thai. Cheap thai was good – again, 666 didn’t order any­thing, but instead chose to eat half of every­one else’s dish – by my cal­cu­la­tions, she con­sumed the equiv­a­lent of at least 3 full meals.

From cheap thai, we marched across Stor­row drive to the Esplanade, and walked by the Charles river for some time, when we came across an apple tree. A REAL apple tree – just there on the side of the bank. So, a two-​hour activ­ity ensued, involv­ing the knocking-​down, and kick­ing around of apples. Meg­g­butt and I had the most fun, I think. we kicked so hard that my legs were stiff for days. My third-​leg was stiff for a week.

ok, from there, we headed back to the com­pound. We watched a movie — maybe it was the Big Labowski? — and pres­ley & I cooked basil-stuffed-pepper-salmon and garlic-pepper-chicken for the cult. The fresh snap peas were deli­cious, as was the white wine from alsace, france. I was a fan of the drink.

At about 10 or so, Katy and Ben showed up, and Kat wasn’t far behind. We lit­er­ally went through some­thing like 72 beers the rest of the night. At one point, albany dan and I were dressed in sim­i­lar ‘clinton-white-house’ t-shirts and nor­we­gian ski hats. That was kind of dumb, and def­i­nitely hurt my chances with the fly girls. Nobody yorked all night.

Sunday, sara and kaleb left for a day in NYC, and the rest of us headed up I-95 to portsmouth, NH. We ate eccen­tric lunches at the friendly toast, and then walked around town. Later, myself and albany dan insisted on trav­el­ling to Maine, where we even­tu­ally pulled over to the beach, some­where between kit­tery and ken­neb­unk. The sky was frig­ging incred­i­ble. I hope pres­ley will post the pic­tures. Must’ve been a dream.

OK. so then, we head back to Boston, and count down till we take 666 back to chi­na­town. After leav­ing 666, we rented the cohen brothers’ clas­sic, blood simple.

Monday, myself, albany dan, pres­ley & meg­butt went to anna’s taque­ria for lunch, and then we dis­banded shortly ther­after. How’s that for a weekend?