Be it Davis Square in Somerville, the wild shoddy badlands of Allston, and even the nooks found around Fenway Park, what you’re about to read is a story involving intoxicated buffoonery all conducted at your favorite (or not-so-favorite) local haunts, be it drinking in public outdoors (but just for a photo), allusions to shooting pornography, and even men in ruffled shirts becoming threatened by small children drinking out of coconut shells in close proximity to them. Continue reading
That said, not all in football’s orbit warms my heart. Some fans are assholes. I’m talking about you, guy at the bar who screams so loud at every play that I nearly piss my pants. I’ve dropped glassware and practically jumped out of my shoes multiple times due to your outbursts. Continue reading
As the lights finally came up at 2am, the drunk mob slithered out all at once, girls stumbling in their heels, clinging to one another for giggling support as guys high-fived behind them. I was sticky as molasses and gasping for breath. Continue reading
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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
The team behind the loud and boisterous Washington Street house of solid beer and poutine galore, The Gallows, have announced plans for something called Blackbird Doughnuts, which at present has plans for a South End opening at 492 Tremont Street. Continue reading