Sure, summers are crazy here, but there is nothing like the last week of August and the first few weeks of September. With their fake ID’s in hand and a glint in their eye, these children will do anything to get past the bouncers to consume as many Jager-bombs as possible. Continue reading
My air conditioner has been off for the past week. With the windows open, the cool, almost autumn breeze flows in. I’ve been bringing a light jacket out with me at night for those cool evenings when the heat produced from a slug of Fireball Whisky isn’t enough. Allston Christmas is upon us, so I can’t help but reflect upon my summer, one of the most tumultuous I’ve ever experienced.
I thought that I had been ready to settle down, but then with a sudden breakup I had an epiphany that I still have the ability to party all night like a rock star and settling down right now (at the wonderful age of almost 32) really isn’t in the cards just yet.
Over the course of the past two months, I’ve had fun. I partied all night with the Misfits (yes, really). I took advantage of being a bartender and helped myself to what my company had to offer as well as a few dating websites (okay, more than a few). I feel like a new person, younger, and at times something of a total idiot. So what if I got so drunk on that first date that I lost my car? I wasn’t going to drive it anyways …
This cool stretch of August wind is welcome one for sure. I’m exhausted. Bring on the fall and new beginnings. I swear, I’ll grow up. I’ve meant to. The thing is, after so much rot, I’ve fallen into something wonderful, carefree, and reckless in the twilight of summer.
And I guess you could say I’ve already survived the fall.
Now, we’ll leave it up to you, our responsible readers, to decide if a company giving Bostonians a new way to down shots while on the go is a good idea or not. We will tell you that because it’s launching in town and it involves portable pre-packaged shots, we felt the need to at least alert you to its presence on this Earth. Continue reading