Tom-Foolery

Hello all. Or the five people that read this. I am sure everyone is one the edge of their seat curious what I have been up to. Being a sleep specialist I feel I must update you so you can stop loosing sleep over it. It can be summarized by basic "tom-foolery".
My week days are typically the same. I wake up, sometimes by soggy items being placed on my chest by my generous cat (Frank). I go to work. I help little cute kids sleep more better, and then I save a few lives on my way home. Not very exciting, But I make up for it on the weekends. Some of you spend the weekends with me, and can verify this.
This weekend started with a quiet movie with 5 friends. The names of these friends will be left anonymous for their protection. There is a great theater by my place called the Coolidge Corner Theater
It is a historic independent theater with tons of character. A bunch of us had free passes. We won them several months ago by participating in a "truffle shuffle" contest at a screening of the Goonies. I should have won the contest, I didn't have enough belly fat to properly replicate, but that is a tangent. We watched Juno. It is a very funny film. It was enhanced by some adult "tea" we brought from home. If any of the employees inquired of my beverage my plan was to explain that I needed to drink it to control a kidney disorder. I did not get a chance to tell anyone my story. Feeling especially euphoric after the movie we decided the night was still young and a stop at the local tavern was in order. The Washington Tavern is a unique type of bar. It is managed by some Irish guy who hires his staff for personal reasons that don't necessarily include good customer service. I have witnessed the bar tender ask a group of girls to leave because the were taking too long with their drink order. They also will simply refuse to make any drink they do not approve of. Don't order anything with a garnish, or if fruit juice is required. They are more than happy to pour anyone a whiskey. We all had one and that if pretty much where my night ended.
Saturday I woke early and went for a run. There is a great pond near us called the Jamaican Pond. It is about a mile to run around and is a very nice green place in the middle of the city. I think this is where I will do most of my running. Feeling great after doing something healthy, I went back up to Cambridge to watch Harvard vs. Boston University wrestling match. The teams were more evenly matched than the previous weeks and it ended with a tie. I explored Cambridge a bit more having lunch at a really colorful burger place. To acquire a burger there are several steps. It is a process that locals are very efficient with, and tourists (which I consider myself) fumble and fail. It starts with waiting outside in a line. A lady hands you a menu. I thought, how nice, now I have time to read everything and make a good choice. Nope. The line moves forward and there is an old guy sitting on a stool taking orders. So of course when it is my turn I just point to a burger (turns out it is the Condoleezza Rice, which has bacon, cheese, and a gap) add a ginger ale, my menu is taken, the order disappears and I remain in line. After several minutes I am at the front of the line. Some places keep track of different orders by taking a name. Not this place. Here you are identified based on your drink order. This girl asks "are you the ginger ale?" I think she is making a joke about my hair. She guides me into the restaurant which is super crowed with a wide variety of people looking very happy with their burgers. The seating is ideal for people like me, who like to talk to everyone. The tables are long and run the entire length of the place. The hostess points to an open seat between an older gentleman and a young couple. Not only does this place serve very tasty burgers named after infamous people, it is a great place to make friends. By the time I left I knew that the older guy (Richard) was a venture capitalist, and the young couple had met at Harvard and were recently married. We all had ordered a different variety of fries, which become communal. Saturday ends with me making Marsala sauce for ten people and Sunday is the super bowl. I just realized how long I have been rambling so I will wrap it up with a cliff hanger and follow up later. If you add 2 cups of corn starch to sauce it makes sauce Jell-O. Cheers!