I AM BENDER! Beer=Life

So apparently this is what I look like inside.....not cool. Some friends of mine (You know who you are) gave me this nickname for reasons that will not be revealed and so far it has held true, apparently being intoxicated doesn't affect me the same way it does others.

Case in point; I was out last night for my grandfathers 84th Birthday Dinner (You've got to admit, thats pretty old, he deserves a round of applause or something, I can't even dream that far ahead)and my Aunt & Uncle take us out to a nice French Restaurant. As I leave to go wash my hands (I always do so before I eat), they ask me what I want to drink. As a joke, I say, how about some Bacardi (40% or 80 Proof) (I really wanted some sprite, but I figure they'd take it as a joke and then ask me what I wanted when I came back). As vain as I might be, I don't really think I appear to be 21 (Must have been the goatee), so I was surprised when I came back to a full glass of what looked like water but for sure didn't smell like it. Yeah so apparently your supposed to take your time drinking that stuff, but since drinking isn't a habit of mine I didn't know and finished it in about five minutes. I felt pretty nice for the rest of the night. I was worried because I was supposed to run later that evening, and thought that maybe this shit would mess me up. It didn't. I felt fine. No slurred speech. NO NOTHING!!!

Somethings wrong here.

Boston is a Big City? Fuck That

So I'm part way through my two weeks two state farewell tour of all my family and for the first week I'm in Boston with my mothers side of the family (The Russian Jew Side). For some reason I really don't have any friends from Boston that I can recall (Other than Mr. Goldman and this one dude who lives in Florida most of the year) so there really hasn't been much to do.

My grandparents live in a nice town known as Coolidge Corner where the property values are crazy high (the condos next door have sold for 1 Million a piece and all have been sold). Unfortunately, theres really not much to do, besides this comic book store. I actually collect old comics, and yes, Marvel is better than DC hands down. My dad started me as a kid with what was left of his and I've been expanding it ever since. My favorite character would have to be Gambit.



Though it is not commonly known, this guy can actually turn into Kinetic Energy (Most of the time you only see him throwing cards, which is awesome, but not the full extent of his powers. Apparently he had his powers blocked as a kid because he couldn't control them, but later gets them back and has control over all forms of kinetic energy) He can even go back in time, which is pretty bad ass.

But back to what I was saying, so I went into Cambridge (By Harvard) where there are all these people playing chess. Thats cool, except there aint shit else to do there. I mean they have some nice restaurants and an Urban Outfitters (Who Doesn't) But it really is dead over there. So then my mom said "Why don't you go check out Newberry Street" and so I hopped on the "Charlie Tram" and headed down there. Long story short is its a bunch of overpriced boutiques and (surprise surprise) and Urban Outfitters. The one redeeming feature was this store that was like the Boston version of Ubiq, which was pretty cool. Too bad I don't really need new shoes and am just cheap anyways.

The moral of this story is that when you come to Boston, do yourself a favor, bring a friend.