Monday, April 14, 2008

All things just keep getting better

well ... what a weekend! It was the most fun that I've had in the city of Boston. Let me tell you that truly great friends, truly good friends bring something into your life that you don't just need but want. It might be different for each person, what it is that our friends give us, which is why we all have different friends. But it is the gift of any friend to give of yourself that thing, that inimitable thing, that your friend needs and wants. And it is worthy of you to know and appreciate what it is that your friends bring into your life.
Thank you, Mesha, for bringing humor and confidence into my life this weekend. You must bring adventure too, because we always seem to have a little of that going on as well.
Folks, we drank since noon; we went to Cheers (both of them!); we ate Boston baked beans (with hot dogs); we paid for the college education of street dancers; we were totally uninterested in the Declaration of Independence. We walked down Newbury Street and considered booking the band for Mesha's wedding; we parked in a spot even a Porsche couldn't get into; we crossed the finish line for the Boston Marathon; we harassed the Boston fire department. We saw Paul Revere's house; we avoided gaining weight by simply smelling the amazing food in the North End; we hated Duck Tours. Mesha ate Boston Creme Pie. We paid appropriate homage to the Dunk; we stuffed ourselves with lobster and clams (OH GOD!) We did not enjoy improv. We called people "quee-ah" and "chowdahead." I drank Sam Adams.
One night we went out to South Boston. We ran into a gaggle of cops at Woody's, the bar from Good Will Hunting. We had almost left before they (very easily) talked us into staying. Mesha got at least 4 men to say, "How do you like them apples?" Unfortunately, she could not sway Boston's sexiest bartender.
We also saw Carson Kressley. Mesha and he are now best buds. Carson invited her to stay at his vacation home in the Cod. He loved her shirt. She loved his tan. Later, Mesha decided not to get the $10,o00 gold necklace. It just wouldn't have gone with the shirt.
Mesha, we're gonna have to pass on Tokyo next time around. Let's think of a place with good bars.
Folks, you should be so lucky to have friends like mine. How do you like them apples?

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