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Sep. 13th, 2004 06:15 pmOk, so it's been a long time since I made an entry, because I really do suck something awful at this whole journal thing... it's a new concept for me. I've never kept one in the past. Unless you count a food journal that I semi kept while I was in Italy and France... and that was more me prodding my brother to remember to write down what we ate. I rarely made the entries myself. Ok, babbling. Anyway, the world keeps on turning, and I keep forgetting.
Blah.
So I had a blast this weekend, I drove up to beantown after work, and in spite of delays including missing a train, and having to stop for an oil change before I left, I still managed to get over to Anna's before Cam, so I was able to stake claim to the all important parking pass. If you've ever tried to park in Cambridge, you know how utterly important that is. Oh, as an aside, the oil change rocks, because A) I was almost 2,000 miles overdue, and B) the new sticker in my window for when I should get my next oil change reads : Next oil change at mileage 100,000. On the dot. I didn't even notice, but I pulled in to the oil change place at exactly 97,000 miles. I never really cared about things like that until I got my own car. Now it feels like a child's bar-mitzvah or something like that. I feel like I should buy it a present at 100,000. Or maybe give it a name.
Anyway, back to the actual story. Cam, my freshman year roommate and one of my closest college friends, was passing through New England after looking at a culinary school in Vermont. I am thoroughly jealous of his culinary aspirations, because I think deep down I regret not having the drive or money or whatever exactly is necessary to go there myself. Maybe I'll take some short courses on cooking soon. Oh, and if anyone wants a good meal at any point, let me know, I'm always happy to cook for new people. Mmmm... food. Alas, I digress. So Cam, his Girlfriend (who I finally met, and who is really cool), Anna, Chris and I spent the night getting really trashed, and catching up on our lives. It was awesome. And we had Pesto Onion Pizza, which was really damn good. When fresh. It looked something pathetic and slightly virulent in the morning.
The next day we went for lunch at Anna's Tacueria, which is the place to go for awesome Mexican goodness. Their burrito's are insanely good, owing to their assembly line of Mexicans that make them to order. Oh god... I'm drooling. Afterwards, I went back to my old apartment and dropped in on a shabbas lunch with my old roommates and some other Boston Jew friends. It was really fun, although far too short a visit. I really miss that apartment and those guys.
I left them, and went over to jess's and hung out there for a few hours. I like going over there, it's like a party every night with people constantly just dropping by. Well, actually, they were getting ready for a party that night, which I had to miss, but her place is always like that. Fun times. That's the second Boston (non tea-related) party that I had to miss in as many weeks. me=sad. anyway, I hear good times were had by all, and unlike the one last week, no police officers were involved.
When I finally left Jess's, I drove down to Brooklyn to catch up with Cam, Sara, and Anna, who had left for NYC a few hours earlier. By the time I got there, and met them and Matt and Camille (other college buds) at a bar which I think was called Mug's Ale House, they were two rounds ahead of me. Not to be put off by that, I decided to catch up by drinking double whiskeys. This place was pretty cool, because it wasn't loud, and they had a menu with an extreme selection of beers, and an excellent selection of Scotch's and Bourbons (more on that later).
I must take pause here to offer a warning. If you ever see a bottle of beer called Sam Adams Boch aged beer (10 years old, 17 proof), run for your life. Rip you tongue out before you shell out $15 for this beer. When I got into the bar, they had just killed the beer by leaving a shot of it at my spot and telling me it was Jagermeister. I kid you not, it tasted like I did a shot of Worcestershire sauce mildly diluted with cheap malt liquor. Seriously rancid stuff.
Back to my whiskey obsession, which has been developing for the last year or two. I really liked their selection of stuff on the menu. Unfortunately, there was a discrepancy between what was on the menu, and what they actually had for me to get drunk off of. I ordered Woodford reserve first... five minutes later, the waitress comes back with an apology... no can do. Basil Haydn's? Two minutes, flummoxed expression and a laughing invitation to actually come check the bar to make sure they had what I ordered next... I ordered Macallan's 18 year.. three minutes and an explanation that they didn't have enough for a double.... Oy. I settled for Macallan's 12. I shouldn't have had to pay for that. Whatever. The pain in the ass still resulted in the overriding realization that scotch=good. Mmmmm... Scotch.
After we left mugs, feeling much better about life in general, we went back to Matt's apartment to drop my stuff off, and get a little more trashed... We headed back out at some point to another bar that was either called Berry Julius, or just served a drink called the Berry Julius. I can't entirely remember. I do remember that Berry Juliuses are decent, but very fruity, and the bar, whatever it's name, was intensely loud. I was happy to leave that one.. At that point we decided pizza was a good idea, and one of the great things about new York is that you don't feel at all weird going out for pizza at 3:30 in the morning. In fact, when we went out, not only did we get pretty damn good pizza, but we couldn't even sit down to eat it because of how crowded the place was. It was jumpin. Fun times. At least, I thought it was. I don't remember all that much about that part of the night.
The next morning, I slept later than I have in a long time, and still managed to wake up two hours before anyone else did. We walked back over to the area of Mugs, and got some brunch at a vegetarian/vegan restaurant called bliss. It was good food, even though nothing died to make it. Then we wandered around looking at what people were selling in street booths and tables and such. Outside of this salvation army store, Between a girl selling old paperbacks, and a guy who was selling knick knacks like a beltbuckle/pipe and old typewriters and random photos from the black and white days, there was a nice guy who was selling instruments. Leaning against the wall, he had a nice takamine acoustic electric, a 1978 Rickenbacher bass, and a beautiful nicely worn 1968 Gibson SG Bass. Oh how I wanted the gibson. Sadly, I didn't have $700 to spare. Still, it was damn nice.
We then all piled in the car, and we tried to get into manhatten, so that I could go back to philly to watch the football game, and so that I could drop Matt, Camille, Cam, Sara and Anna off in the city where they were meeting up with a few more people. The bridge traffic into manhatten was pretty murderous though, and it ended up taking much longer than expected... it didn't bother me, but I didn't have to share my seat with anyone. Anyway, once I finally got out of NYC, the trip was fine, and was made downright fun by listening to the Eagles pummel the Giants. By the time I got home for the fourth quarter, the game was long over. Then, just for the hell of it, I reinstalled linux. Dork Power!!
Blah.
So I had a blast this weekend, I drove up to beantown after work, and in spite of delays including missing a train, and having to stop for an oil change before I left, I still managed to get over to Anna's before Cam, so I was able to stake claim to the all important parking pass. If you've ever tried to park in Cambridge, you know how utterly important that is. Oh, as an aside, the oil change rocks, because A) I was almost 2,000 miles overdue, and B) the new sticker in my window for when I should get my next oil change reads : Next oil change at mileage 100,000. On the dot. I didn't even notice, but I pulled in to the oil change place at exactly 97,000 miles. I never really cared about things like that until I got my own car. Now it feels like a child's bar-mitzvah or something like that. I feel like I should buy it a present at 100,000. Or maybe give it a name.
Anyway, back to the actual story. Cam, my freshman year roommate and one of my closest college friends, was passing through New England after looking at a culinary school in Vermont. I am thoroughly jealous of his culinary aspirations, because I think deep down I regret not having the drive or money or whatever exactly is necessary to go there myself. Maybe I'll take some short courses on cooking soon. Oh, and if anyone wants a good meal at any point, let me know, I'm always happy to cook for new people. Mmmm... food. Alas, I digress. So Cam, his Girlfriend (who I finally met, and who is really cool), Anna, Chris and I spent the night getting really trashed, and catching up on our lives. It was awesome. And we had Pesto Onion Pizza, which was really damn good. When fresh. It looked something pathetic and slightly virulent in the morning.
The next day we went for lunch at Anna's Tacueria, which is the place to go for awesome Mexican goodness. Their burrito's are insanely good, owing to their assembly line of Mexicans that make them to order. Oh god... I'm drooling. Afterwards, I went back to my old apartment and dropped in on a shabbas lunch with my old roommates and some other Boston Jew friends. It was really fun, although far too short a visit. I really miss that apartment and those guys.
I left them, and went over to jess's and hung out there for a few hours. I like going over there, it's like a party every night with people constantly just dropping by. Well, actually, they were getting ready for a party that night, which I had to miss, but her place is always like that. Fun times. That's the second Boston (non tea-related) party that I had to miss in as many weeks. me=sad. anyway, I hear good times were had by all, and unlike the one last week, no police officers were involved.
When I finally left Jess's, I drove down to Brooklyn to catch up with Cam, Sara, and Anna, who had left for NYC a few hours earlier. By the time I got there, and met them and Matt and Camille (other college buds) at a bar which I think was called Mug's Ale House, they were two rounds ahead of me. Not to be put off by that, I decided to catch up by drinking double whiskeys. This place was pretty cool, because it wasn't loud, and they had a menu with an extreme selection of beers, and an excellent selection of Scotch's and Bourbons (more on that later).
I must take pause here to offer a warning. If you ever see a bottle of beer called Sam Adams Boch aged beer (10 years old, 17 proof), run for your life. Rip you tongue out before you shell out $15 for this beer. When I got into the bar, they had just killed the beer by leaving a shot of it at my spot and telling me it was Jagermeister. I kid you not, it tasted like I did a shot of Worcestershire sauce mildly diluted with cheap malt liquor. Seriously rancid stuff.
Back to my whiskey obsession, which has been developing for the last year or two. I really liked their selection of stuff on the menu. Unfortunately, there was a discrepancy between what was on the menu, and what they actually had for me to get drunk off of. I ordered Woodford reserve first... five minutes later, the waitress comes back with an apology... no can do. Basil Haydn's? Two minutes, flummoxed expression and a laughing invitation to actually come check the bar to make sure they had what I ordered next... I ordered Macallan's 18 year.. three minutes and an explanation that they didn't have enough for a double.... Oy. I settled for Macallan's 12. I shouldn't have had to pay for that. Whatever. The pain in the ass still resulted in the overriding realization that scotch=good. Mmmmm... Scotch.
After we left mugs, feeling much better about life in general, we went back to Matt's apartment to drop my stuff off, and get a little more trashed... We headed back out at some point to another bar that was either called Berry Julius, or just served a drink called the Berry Julius. I can't entirely remember. I do remember that Berry Juliuses are decent, but very fruity, and the bar, whatever it's name, was intensely loud. I was happy to leave that one.. At that point we decided pizza was a good idea, and one of the great things about new York is that you don't feel at all weird going out for pizza at 3:30 in the morning. In fact, when we went out, not only did we get pretty damn good pizza, but we couldn't even sit down to eat it because of how crowded the place was. It was jumpin. Fun times. At least, I thought it was. I don't remember all that much about that part of the night.
The next morning, I slept later than I have in a long time, and still managed to wake up two hours before anyone else did. We walked back over to the area of Mugs, and got some brunch at a vegetarian/vegan restaurant called bliss. It was good food, even though nothing died to make it. Then we wandered around looking at what people were selling in street booths and tables and such. Outside of this salvation army store, Between a girl selling old paperbacks, and a guy who was selling knick knacks like a beltbuckle/pipe and old typewriters and random photos from the black and white days, there was a nice guy who was selling instruments. Leaning against the wall, he had a nice takamine acoustic electric, a 1978 Rickenbacher bass, and a beautiful nicely worn 1968 Gibson SG Bass. Oh how I wanted the gibson. Sadly, I didn't have $700 to spare. Still, it was damn nice.
We then all piled in the car, and we tried to get into manhatten, so that I could go back to philly to watch the football game, and so that I could drop Matt, Camille, Cam, Sara and Anna off in the city where they were meeting up with a few more people. The bridge traffic into manhatten was pretty murderous though, and it ended up taking much longer than expected... it didn't bother me, but I didn't have to share my seat with anyone. Anyway, once I finally got out of NYC, the trip was fine, and was made downright fun by listening to the Eagles pummel the Giants. By the time I got home for the fourth quarter, the game was long over. Then, just for the hell of it, I reinstalled linux. Dork Power!!
