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Sunday, March 23, 2003
St. Patrick’s Day 2003 “Feeling Lucky?”
What better place to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day then Boston, Massachusetts? I can’t think of one. Armed with our “Get Lucky Kit”, St. Patty’s t-shirts and shamrock lei’s, Heather and I drove to bean town with Chris and Josh, our Margarita’s boys. After checking into our room, we did the only natural thing: we headed to the first Irish bar we saw to drink beer, watch the red sox, and listen to an Irish band. Chris toasted our first round to “Leprechauns and pots of gold that will never be found.”
It was 2:30 in the afternoon.
The weather was beautiful. It was the first warm day we’d had in months. People were out and about, and the bars were filling up fast. After the band finished their set, we decided to head over to Faneuil Hall and check out the bar scene. We ended up at Sissy K’s, mainly because The Purple Shamrock had a line a block long, and The Black Rose had a line and a $10 cover.
We stayed at Sissy’s for a couple of hours dancing, while we waited for Chris’ friends to show up. We were also waiting to hear from another of our margarita’s favorites, Jen, who was staying right in Faneuil Hall. We had hard time tracking her down, but when we finally did, it turned out she was next door at The Black Rose, and wasn’t leaving anytime soon since they had just paid the $10 cover. We decided to meet up with her later.
We were getting hungry, so it was time to find food. On the way out of Sissy’s, I decided I wanted to kiss a random boy. So I did. I found some guy, grabbed him by the shirt, and laid one on him. He tried to get my number, but I just smiled sweetly at him, winked, and was out the door. (Damn, I’m smooth…) Heather shook her head at me and laughed. (Honestly, I had only had 2 beers, and one shot) Once outside, I decided to call my sister, who was spring breaking in Florida, and wish her a Happy St. Patrick’s Day, and then call Dan to wish him a happy birthday. Yay for ‘semi-drunk dialing’. We ate subs from a street vendor, tried Jen again, and decided to head back to Sissy’s.
I don’t know how long we stayed- all I know is that it was TOO long. We danced a lot more, laughed at Josh who was getting lap dances, took pictures of Josh getting lap dances, and had a few more drinks. Turns out, the random boy I kissed WAS STILL THERE. His name was Joshua, and it turned out, he was a very good dancer. (What more can you ask for at a dance club?) So we danced periodically throughout the time we were there. I took breaks to dance with Heather and Chris, and to watch Josh getting groped. Finally, enough was enough of the top 40 dance music, and we decided to head to another bar. I left Joshua behind.
We got in line at the Purple Shamrock, and finally met up with Jen. Unfortunately, we only saw her for about 30 seconds before she and her friends got in the back of the line. Just as we got to the front of the line, someone literally threw some kid out of the bar and he landed on the sidewalk two feet from us. When he stood up, he had road rash across his face, and he lunged at the bouncer. Punches were thrown, and the two of them fell to the ground. Chris actually had to pull the guy off of the bouncer before five or six other guys joined in. Needless to say, the police and the ambulance showed up, and no one else was allowed into the bar, so we headed back to Cambridge to the bar we started at, Asgard. We did a round of car bombs at last call, and then stumbled back to the hotel, which, lucky for us, was right behind the bar.
Of course, now the issue of sleeping arrangements was upon us. Lucky, Josh made that decision for us when he said he was going to cuddle with Heather (or something like that.) I have no idea whose idea it was to rent hotel porn, but we did- after making sure that the boys were going to pay for it. It was terrible porn. So bad, in fact, we turned it off halfway through. We did, however, decide that the line of the night came from the movie, when one chick turned to another chick and said, “Let’s do it like we did it in high school.”
And they did.
Things People Don’t Need to Know, But I’m Telling Anyway:
- Heather and I had on matching green undies
- Heather fell down after one beer
- Heather and I really had the idea to rent the porn :-)
"You can't kiss an Irish girl unexpectedly. You can only kiss her sooner than she thought you would."
~Irish Saying
(Thanks Shae, for today’s quote)
Melissa Sunday, March 23, 2003
Saturday, March 22, 2003
The Ides of March. Saturday, March 15, 2003
Sometimes Heather comes up with brilliant ideas. For our Ides of March celebration we hosted a toga party in her new apartment. “No toga, no entry.” I’m pleased that everyone abided by this rule because it made the party so much more interesting. Of course, only Sara, Rob and Eric actually came with their Togas on. Everyone else needed gentle coaxing. It turns out Heather has a new calling in life: she is quite the “toga pin-ner’". There were yellow togas, striped togas, green togas, pink togas and purple togas. The best was Rob in his black toga with white socks poking out through black sandals. Very classy.
The menu for the evening included: wine, grapes, veggies with caesar dressing, cheese and crackers, and ice cream cake (for Katherine’s Birthday). People were impressed that we had ‘themed’ food, especially Jeff. (It took him a while to figure out that the food was themed. Even after I told him it was.)
Throughout the evening, it was decided that everyone should be given a Greek God or Goddess name, something that fit his or her personality. Heather and Corey had a good time with this, explaining to each of us the story behind our new names.
1. Heather- Persephone
2. Melissa- Aphrodite
3. Katherine- Athena
4. Corey- Artemis
5. Sara- Demeter
6. Rebecca- Hera
7. Eric- Dionysus
8. Rob- Hades
(Alethea, Jeff and Dan came late, so they didn’t get named.)
The party was a huge success in that people showed up, they wore togas, a few of them got drunk, and they all left when Heather told them to. What more could a hostess want?
“We need to kiss…. a boy…. tonight.”
~Me
Melissa Saturday, March 22, 2003
Sunday, March 09, 2003
Mardi Gras. Tuesday, March 4, 2003
The smartest thing Heather and I ever decided is not to expect too much from our holiday celebrations. That way we won’t be disappointed if things take a turn. We sit back, enjoy each other’s company and let the night surprise us…creating our own fun if we’re not being entertained.
We were cartoon characters that night, according to a nice man at the bar, except we were REAL. (Honestly, people come up with the strangest things.) Actually, he gave us a really sweet compliment. He told us, “The room lit up when you walked in.” That was cool, and I’m almost positive it wasn’t a pick-up line since he was affixing temporary tattoos to the woman next to him with his tongue. (And he kept looking at us like we weren’t real.)
It’s true, Heather and I were the first ones there dressed for the occasion (not to mention the fact that we were there at 7). We had on matching shiny-silver tops, our eye make-up was something out of Priscilla Queen of the Desert, and her boa and my pink cowboy hat put us over the top. We looked great, and we have the pictures to prove it!
We had no idea which of our friends were going to show up, but for the time being, we were having a blast hanging out with a few of the ‘regulars’ we don’t talk to much. We traded Mardi Gras tattoos for beads, and one of the waitresses gave Heather a mask that matched her outfit perfectly. While we were at the jukebox selecting music, we cornered one of our favorite bartenders, Jeff, and demanded ‘special beads’. Mine were pink, and Heather’s were light blue (special, because the weren’t the traditional purple, green and gold Mardi Gras beads most people got).
Finally, Liz showed up, late, with Scott behind her. Whitney showed 15 minutes later, and that was our ‘core’ group. It took Liz and Whitney quite a while to convince the bartenders to fork over beads, but it was fun watching them (well, Liz) beg.
Throughout the night, more ‘regulars’ that knew Heather and I came over to chat and trade beads. Liz recognized some guys from high school and took off, leaving Scott and Whitney to awkward conversation, until the Twelve-Year Old interrupted trying to give away his ‘pearl necklace ‘. Needless to say, Scott didn’t sick around to see if Whitney would ‘bite’, so he took off.
Jeff and Jamie got out of work and sat down with Heather and I to compliment our ‘Mardi Gras spirit’. I stayed and chatted for a bit before I had to rescue Whitney from the Twelve-Year Old. Then Jeff took off to check out the Brewery Mardi Gras celebration, Whitney left because she was tired, and Liz took off after collecting enough phone numbers to make her happy. Finally, I had had enough and left as well.
Unlike Valentine’s Day, we didn’t have a specific goal for this holiday. It didn’t matter how many beads we collected (together we got over 30) or if we topped last year’s Mardi Gras celebration. It was all about the party experience: gathering with old friends, making new ones, and the surprises the night would bring. Oh hell. Who am I kidding? Heather left with Jamie.
Mission Accomplished.
“Expect the Unexpected”
~Car Ad Slogan
Melissa Sunday, March 09, 2003
Monday, March 03, 2003
I saw one of the first signs of spring on Sunday. Outside it was snowing hard- probably about six inches of the heavy wet snow that’s great for making snowballs. Inside the Sox were playing the Twins.
It was like Christmas. Snowing on the outside, and warm and baseball-y on the inside. The kids are sitting around the TV, Rem-Dog’s familiar voice fills the room and Sox talk is in the air.
Maybe this year will be the year. (78 years and counting…)
We have quite a ways until he opening of baseball season, and 37 days until the Red Sox opening day at Fenway (April 11), but until then, we have over a month of pre-season bliss.
Let it snow. Spring is on the way.
Go Sox.
“Yankees Suck”
~Some Boston Fan
Melissa Monday, March 03, 2003
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