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( Jan. 12th, 2011 07:59 am)
I made it in to work. Actually not that bad out.

When I got down into the T station I sat on a bench only to see a woman taking off her nail polish, complete with cotton balls and an open bottle of purple nail polish remover* beside her on bench. I told her to put that cap on the nail polish remover. I muttered how that was a new one, taking off nail polish in the subway. She said that things a bit crazy this morning. I'll say!

Seriously? How is taking off your nail polish a priority at 7:15am on a blizzard day? In the T station! Why so crazy? If you really, really need to take off your nail polish, fucking take it off when you get to work. That way you don't look like a lunatic to your fellow commuters.

*I'm sure it was the non-acetone "safe" kind. I was mostly worried that it would spill. I mean, I could have tipped it over when I sat down.
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( Mar. 13th, 2010 11:28 pm)
Dear Internets:

I am addicted to you. I think we should spend some time apart. But...that requires will power. Fuck.


I went to a Dropkick Murphys concert last night with [livejournal.com profile] doma and it was fun. We had gone to a bar with [livejouranl.com profile] twitch124 beforehand but we only had one drink each. Unlike everyone else on the green line last night. It was Public Transportation Theatre indeed. It went something like this:

Very Cheerful Very Drunk Guy to the entire train: "Are you having fun?"
farwing: "Of course! What's to prevent us?"
VCVDG: "Let me give you a high five for that answer!"
farwing: "Sure!"

VCVDG: "I'm from New Hampshire! We hang from subway polls like this!"
farwing: "Do you have different gravity in New Hampshire?"
VCVDG: "Yes! Because we don't have taxes!"
farwing: "Oh, is that what holds us down here?!"

VCVDG: "Are you really going to the Dropkick Murphys concert too?"
farwing: "Yes. Really."

His much more sober friend was all "yeah, he's kind of more sober than usual right now." which was...worrying. But at least he had a friend along.

The Dropkick Murphys concert was where all the drunks in Boston were headed last night, dontchaknow. And then we sold our extra tickets to drunk people outside the venue. One guy to whom we sold a ticket insisted I call him my Cousin Brian. Although I am half Irish, I do not actually have a cousin Brian. In fact....I don't think I am related to anyone named Brian.

Not My Cousin Brian: "Can I buy you a drink?"
farwing: "No, thank you. We are as un-sober as we wish to be."

Also: I am not used to being the tall one in my concert-going group. There were some assholes who insisted on sexydancing (with lots of elbows and a plastic cup of beer) right in our space. I had to glare holes at them a lot. doma was very good at sticking her elbows out defensively. There was also a guy behind us who was doing his fair share of glaring at them as well, which was nice.

Coming home from the T last night was...wet. Umbrellas are pretty much useless in Boston, but a nice long trench coat would be quite helpful, I think.

Yargh it is my sister Lou's birthday on Wednesday (yes, St. Patrick's Day) and I should really get a birthday package ready for her. Also remember to call her on the day. I'm probably not the worst sister ever, right? Just the flakiest.


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