rainy days

i got some violent hate mail today. you should really check out all the comments from my previous posts. unbelievable stuff - really. like the one that shook me up was : "it's time that you publish a new post, homeboy." you can imagine what it's like being called a "homeboy" right? it shake's your shit up! it leaves you questioning who your fans are. so without further ado to my "homie" friends...

this saurday while seeming like any other saturday ended very much like i would like. first, it was a birthday brunch. i didn't know the birthday girl, though i know her husband very well as he's a key member of our trivia team, but who's to say no to brunch food? not very many, but my catholic guilt and semi-sense of style told me not to come empty handed so i stopped at party favors, a local bakery, for a delicious cupcake to present upon my arrival. the brunch was good... good waffles, good fruit salad, good mimosas, good company, and good video games. when i returned  home i started checking out gamestop online and craigslist.com for the best prices of guitar hero and rock back. i never played one of these musical games until earlier this afternoon, and sucked at it, but was hooked. i wanna be a rock legend, as xbox would consider, and am interested in buying the equipment. i haven't purchase anything as i was pre-occupied with episodes of "entourage" and then the boston university and michagan hockey game.

craig and i meet up for the game and after getting near the arena discovered that any place would be a wait for dinner - including sunset cantina which was an hour so off to 937 commenwealth. after a bit of waiting we found a spot and were able to order a tasty dinner and a few beverages. it was off to the arena to watch bu pound michigan - and vice versa - as there were 2 game misconduct penalties which in college hockey is a rarity! so after bu scored the go-ahead goal on a stupid clearance by michagan's goaltender, who was way out of his crease, craig and i headed to the coolidge corner clubhouse for some drinks.

oh, yeah, we walked in a downpour - it was terrific. sarcasim, of course. one of those weather nights when there's no way you'd leave the house, which a few buddies texted, and rightfully so. but the clubshouse has beers so that's where craigers and i celebrated while he hit up the jukebox. now, back home, it'll be a little entourage with hopes of the steelers winning tomorrow against favre's vikings, as well as buddies coming over for a drinking game conceived around nesn's "the batter's box," and of course my own guitar hero - whether it's from gamestop or craigslist.