Monday and Coach Keg Cans and Jail Games, Oh My!

Happy Monday Internet!

My weekend was boring. Boring and nice. I can count the number of times on my hand that I actually left my apartment. Which is a glorious thing sometimes.

Saturday night, I learned that I could fit 3 (!!) Heineken Keg cans in my tiny Coach purse.
Tim learned that playing the Roxanne drinking game after about 7 straight wins at Beer Pong is not a good idea.

Anyway.

I dare you to go to here and tell me that you do not have the urge to squish the little dog.
That sounds weird, but you'll understand.
Trust me.

Have I ever steered you wrong before?

Have I?

Marathon Monday

As most of you know by now, yesterday was Patriots Day here in Massachusetts.
Over 23, 000 people registered to run the Boston Marathon. Not sure how many actually showed up to run, but if I had to guess I would say about 22, 999 showed up. But what do I know.

Anyway, when I was in college, (so many moons ago ::cough:: last year), we started the day early with some good old fashion drinking (duh), well, if we even finished from the night before.

Most Marathon Mondays started off with Kegs and Eggs and maybe some Mimosas at a friends place. At about 2pm, we would head down to Boylston Street, to the finish line to cheer on the runners. For me, Patriot's Day meant not only a day off, but the first real nice warm day of the spring. But yesterday was the coldest and ugliest race day I have seen in the 6 years I have lived here.

Instead of drinking in the morning, Tim and I stayed in and slept until noon. Since Tim's bar is at the finish line, he wanted to leave around 3pm, to be sure he got to work on time (for 5pm). I know right. We live less than 3 miles from the finish line, but since they shut down and baracde half of the city duringthe marathon, we needed to get a head start. I wasn't going to go out because I'm a boring old fart, but I decided I wanted to take pictures to show you all, (you can shower me with your love and affection later), so off I went with Timmy.

I won't go into the details of how we got off the T and had to walk FOREVER just to cross the street to get to Tim's job. Because yea, um the stupid marathon was STILL GOING ON FROM 10AM THIS MORNING. And because stupid Tim thought that the cops would just let him jump the barriers and run across the street. Yea, um, okay Tim.

Here are some pictures of from our walk:

Finishline Ahead.

And of course, because I am a drunkard....

I wound up at the bar.

What! I had to have one beer.


Okay. Two. I had to have two beers.

Jeez. I'm not dead.

T-Minus 10 Days and Counting

*please excuse the lowercase, i am too lazy to fix it



LK: for a second i thought i had been out with you on st paddys
LK: but i haven't. But thats ok
LK: bc you mailed things to st paddys land
Me: You're Damn right I did
LK: so you are totally irish
Me: duh
LK: there should be degrees:
LK: 1) you hold an irish passport
LK: 2) your grandparents came on the boat
Me: i like where this is going
LK: 3) you can eat soda bread
Me: mmmm....i love that stuff
LK: 4) you mailed something to ireland
LK: 5) you like the color green
Me: check and check
Me: ok so i have 3 of those so far
LK: 6) if have faked an irish accent
Me: hmm i suck at that
Me: but youre pretty good
LK: 7) you have kissed someone irish
Me: ok check
Me: a few times
LK: 8) you have thought about Colin Farrel or Bono naked
Me: CHECK PLEASE
LK: 9) you can drink a Guinness and enjoy it
LK: and 10) you know the corned beef really isn't eaten in irishland
Me: what if you wished bono was your cool older brother
Me: bc i think i would rather have that relationship with him
Me: so then if he is my brother by default i am irish
LK: and that would mean you could check off number 1!
LK: bc if he was your bro, you would have an irish passport
Me: right
Me: so all others need not apply

The picture up top is an aerial view of my Guinness, from St Patrick's Day Last Year.
If you look closely there is a shamrock drawn in the foam, done by the bartender.