Monday, March 28, 2005
Weekend Exhiliration
Friday night was spent with friends in Jamaica Plain, an area that's basically Boston's version of the Mexico exhibit at EPCOT, but with Cubans and various Carribbeans instead of Mexicans, and no awesome River of Time ride. A former production manager from ABC's Wifeswap bought us a great dinner, and afterward we retired to a nearby apartment to drink and listen to music. I heard a bit of the new Oneida record, which comes out in a month or two, and it sounded pretty good. We passed lap-tops around and listened to various records and mp3s and looked for March Madness score updates. The Wifeswap guy was ecstatic over Duke's loss. Around midnight or so we caught a cab and made our way home, where I stayed up another hour or two looking over the keeper lists from my ridiculously involved and convoluted fantasy baseball league.
I wasted all Saturday on the afore-mentioned league's draft, which royally sucked, because it was the first even barely nice day in Boston since October or so, being bright and sunny and in the high forties. The draft was kind of a wash, as I failed at one of my prime objectives (get good reliable relief) and don't feel too comfortable about the other (reliable power and run produciton). I'm hoping I'll get one good season at the DH slot between Piazza and Mike Sweeney. I also ate a cajun turkey sandwich with spicy mustard and pepperjack cheese, and that, along with the copious amounts of beer from Friday and Saturday afternoon, did a major number on my stomach. This kept me from the Dead Meadow / Jennifer Gentle concert I had been sort of looking forward to.
Absolutely nothing of note has ever happened on an Easter sunday.
Sorry for the major slackage with this weblog. I'm losing interest in imposing my bad writing and boring anecdotes upon my friends.
Friday night was spent with friends in Jamaica Plain, an area that's basically Boston's version of the Mexico exhibit at EPCOT, but with Cubans and various Carribbeans instead of Mexicans, and no awesome River of Time ride. A former production manager from ABC's Wifeswap bought us a great dinner, and afterward we retired to a nearby apartment to drink and listen to music. I heard a bit of the new Oneida record, which comes out in a month or two, and it sounded pretty good. We passed lap-tops around and listened to various records and mp3s and looked for March Madness score updates. The Wifeswap guy was ecstatic over Duke's loss. Around midnight or so we caught a cab and made our way home, where I stayed up another hour or two looking over the keeper lists from my ridiculously involved and convoluted fantasy baseball league.
I wasted all Saturday on the afore-mentioned league's draft, which royally sucked, because it was the first even barely nice day in Boston since October or so, being bright and sunny and in the high forties. The draft was kind of a wash, as I failed at one of my prime objectives (get good reliable relief) and don't feel too comfortable about the other (reliable power and run produciton). I'm hoping I'll get one good season at the DH slot between Piazza and Mike Sweeney. I also ate a cajun turkey sandwich with spicy mustard and pepperjack cheese, and that, along with the copious amounts of beer from Friday and Saturday afternoon, did a major number on my stomach. This kept me from the Dead Meadow / Jennifer Gentle concert I had been sort of looking forward to.
Absolutely nothing of note has ever happened on an Easter sunday.
Sorry for the major slackage with this weblog. I'm losing interest in imposing my bad writing and boring anecdotes upon my friends.
