It’s been a busy weekend. We had Terri and Ezra over for dinner and Showgirls Friday evening, which they may never forgive us for. We celebrated Teresa’s birthday Saturday at a sumptuous fiesta thrown by Donna, and we met some really bright and lovely people. I sipped an ingenious new drink, the Stormito: a Dark […]
Hey there, pallies and gallies, have you heard Mr. Pernice’s latest? The song and video from Joe’s forthcoming record are available for free (though they do ask you to sign up for the infrequent and highly entertaining newsletter, which is easily unsubbable-from).
Some guys who just walked up our street:
“. . . STAAAHH MAAAHHHKET!”
“You use that self-checkout thing?”
“Man, that’s the weakest thing EVER!”
“Yeah, speaker’s all BLOWN an’ shit?”
Bad day on the Red Line — and not just because of this morning’s mysterious delay. South Station was evacuated this afternoon after someone noticed a ticking sound coming from a bag.
What’s more, tonight, after the Tracy Bonham and Aimee Mann outdoor show in Copley Square and a yummy dinner with Terri, Ezra, and their […]
