Smoke & Mirrors

Tonight, the was Pubcrawl, and it was good. We hit The Avenue, the BU Pub, Cornwall’s, and Crossroads, although we did cheat and ride the T from Coolidge Corner to BU East. There was beer, and I finished the evening with an Irish Car Bomb, which may have been less than good.

Thanks to Boston’s smoking ordinances, I was not exposed to tobacco products once during this adventure… except while riding the Red Line home. Naturally, the T’s lax security allowed someone to smoke on the train, which was all sorts of nasty. I was too much of a wimp to ask him to extinguish his deathstick.

The brief walk from the bus stop was characterized by the fact that the vaguely damp asphalt had completely crystallized; there were no visible puddles, but the entire roadway was ever so slightly slick. Thankfully, this was visible, and in fact quite sparkly, on account of the (nearly) full moon. I look forward to tomorrow’s lunar eclipse, and its associated portents.

Hang On” from Ganging Up On The Sun by Guster

8 comments on “Smoke & Mirrors
  1. reldnahkram says:

    Irish Car Bombs are never a good idea. Unless you’re not drinking one, and everyone else is.

  2. ccommack says:

    I am unable to endorse Irish Car Bombs even as a thing that happens to other people. It’s just bad news.

  3. reldnahkram says:

    It could always be worse. There’s no fire involved.

  4. ccommack says:

    When the weight of the world has got you down
    And you want to end your life,
    Bills to pay, a dead-end job,
    And problems with the wife.
    But don’t throw in the towel,
    ‘Cause there’s a place right down the block…
    Where you can drink your misery away…
    At Flaming Moe’s…. (Let’s all go to Flaming Moe’s…)
    When liquor in a mug (Let’s all go to Flaming Moe’s…)
    Can warm you like a hug. (Flaming Moe’s…)
    And happiness is just a Flaming Moe away…
    Happiness is just a Flaming Moe away…

  5. somebodyku says:

    you type quite accurately for a drunk person :)

    what do you expect the lunar eclipse will portend for you?

  6. reldnahkram says:

    The defense rests.

  7. Should you encounter a man smoking on the T again, I suggest that you ask him for a light. Once he has responded, either in the affirmative or the negative, I recommend that you sing loudly:

    “The time to hesitate is through.
    No time to wallow in the mire!
    Try now cause we can only lose,
    and our love become a funeral pyre!
    Come on baby, light my fire!
    Come on baby, light my fire!
    Try to set the night on fire, YEAH!!!”

    …at which point, you should ball your fists, focus intently on your feet, and stomp said feet feverishly on the floor in a sort of manic-spastic stochasto-dance. If you are lucky, the tobacco in the cigarette will extinguish in SHAME. If not, then perhaps one of your fellow passengers, alarmed at your display, will call the police, who in turn, will arrest the elderly woman sitting next to the man who is smoking. Huzzah!

  8. Nicolas Ward says:

    Well, I managed to replace “there” with “the”… but I probably would have done that anyway.

    As for the eclipse… dunno, just seemed like a dramatic thing to say.

Nurd Up!