Sorry

Hey kids, so I have had some complaints about the lack of posts. There is really no excuse. I have been learning Russian and designing a fighter plane for the air force, but still I apologize. I am very sorry. I don't have time to write a good one now. I will write a brilliant one later though. In fact, write and tell me what you want me to write about. I hope you are all well!

Weekdays

It is no secret that my entries here, or blogs as you hip kids say, are focused on the weekends. “Why is that” you are asking. Well I will tell you. It’s because I am frozen in a block of ice during the week and thus very little happens. Around 4pm each Friday a crew of 15 polish refugees use science to thaw the ice and I am reanimated and primed for shenanigans!
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As much fun I have on the weekend is as hard as I work during the week. Some people (George, Aaron, or anyone that knows what I do at work) would attest that I don’t work as “hard” as I do “long”. These people are silly and no credence should be paid to their comments or ideas. The truth is a typical workday goes like this, Wake up about 11am (thank Jebus for managing my own hours), make coffee, clean/read/run/workout, shower, go to work, work until 9-11pm, take shuttle or train home, relax, sleep, repeat. And even as I sleep I am working, as I am on call from when I leave work until I return. Once in a while something exciting will happen. Like one day I went to the post office, man that was crazy. But mostly there is not much to talk about. It is exactly this lack of activity and spontaneity that incubates the necessity of such active weekends. This approaching weekend already has the makings for a footnote in all high school history books. Saturday I will be traveling and exploring Cape Cod. Sunday of course is Italian dinner with good friends and Monday is the Boston Marathon! I have heard fascinating things about “Marathon Monday”. We have work off so I will be able to enjoy all the festivities. The entire city buzzes with energy and an amazing sense of community. So tune in soon for all the recaps!

DISCLAIMER-
No polish immigrants were harmed or made to eat glue for the purposes of this story. Each immigrant holds the proper paperwork, credentials, and vaccinations to be involved in the practice of science in the United States of America, or American territories. Reading this message may cause dry mouth, itching, red eyes, hunger, thirst, itchy bum, smelly feet and or nasal discharge. Both George and Aaron and big girl’s blouses.

Weekends

Weekends are great! This weekend a bunch of us hoped in  car are drove up to Portland Maine. We went there for two reasons. One, we had never been, and two LOBSTER. even though we left fairly early after a night of rowdiness, our spirits were high which made the car ride High-larious. We told stories and talked the whole way. Portland is a fantastic city. It has a small town feel. The shops are very nice and there are plenty of streets bursting with character to explore. The people of portland are very friendly too. I am sure the fact that we all were wearing silly hats made us very approachable as well. After a few pints we headed to the "local" spot we were advised to eat at. We were wearing silly hats for no other reason than to have fun. But people did not seem to find this an acceptable answer. So I decided it would be better if we had a reason that promoted solidarity. So I started telling everyone it was Aaron's bachelor party! It worked like a charm. Soon everywhere we went people were hounding him or congratulating him. We even got a few free shots out of it. The place we ate at is called J's. Go there if you ever find yourself in the area. The seafood is super tasty and plentiful. For $10 we got appetizers that included 6 oysters, full claws of lobster, scallops, shrimp and crab! The entrees are unique and large as well. Its a good thing Frank was with us because he finished most of what everyone else left on their plates. Be careful of the long island ice tea, it is terribly potent. 

We spent the next while walking down some railroad tracks to a gorgeous beach. Some people had given us the idea for some delicious brandy-coffee. This kept us warm on two levels. When the sunset I was sure it was only 4pm, the time had flown by. A hospitable irish pub caught our eye. By this time we had created a local hum of excitement. Many people in the pub wanted to chat and have a drink with the Boston Bachelor party! Here we met lobster men. Whoa, calm down. These are not half lobster half men. They are men that catch lobster. That day they had brought up about 100 pounds of lobster each. One guy had even caught a golden lobster, which is amazingly rare. Everyone was having an award wining good time, I think the award would be called FUN FARMER OF THE YEAR! I was even giving piggy back rides around the bar on request. It was late and the better sense in us was telling us to leave. We said our goodbyes to al the new friends and exited. luckily the "lack of sense" in each of us took over at this point as some live music caught our ears. The bar, Andy's (note for later) was jiving with a hot local band. Again we made our presence known in an instance. Much more ballywhoo happens here. The locals tell us that the gay bar in town is a huge party on the weekend. So of course we have to go check it out. The place is called Styx, and it lives up the reputation. Surprisingly there is a good mix of people. True to our style we end up on stage performing improv dances. Some hopeful fellas even bought me a few drinks. No lap dance for the "bachelor" though, as far as I know. 

Eventually this place closes down and we REALLY decide to get back to Boston. The drive home at 3am replicates the drive up. SHINANIGANS! It was a trip for the record books. In fact I am pretty sure somewhere in the archives of Portland city we made a notation. 

And that bar... Andy's... they closed out my forgotten tab for me the next day, and mailed me my credit card. Such nice people up in Portland!