Monday, August 02, 2004
Don't Wake Me, I Plan on Sleeping In
I'm actually pretty happy to be in the office right now. This is almost entirely due to the fact that my office features Super-Duper Cold (TM) air conditioning. Our house has been fairly unpleasant during the last day or so. Instead of air conditioning, we have a few fans that a) sound as loud as a small plane taking off in our living room and b) are good for blowing hot air in different directions. To add insult to injury, I have an air conditioner sitting on the floor of my room...but it's too big to fit in the windows. I think I've been suffering from heat stroke, heat exhaustion, heat rash, or various combinations of heat diseases. I woke up at 5:00 am on Sunday to take a cold shower because I couldn't sleep. I then went on to mention this fact to Irf and Steve about 12 times yesterday, apparently because I kept forgetting about our previous conversations (a textbook symptom of heat cramps).
On Saturday afternoon, I played golf with my Dad, Irf, and Joe "The Godfather" Taranto. Joe did not earn his nickname by heading up a major crime family, but rather, because he is actually my Godfather. Anyway, we had a good time, and I hit what is currently the best golf shot I've ever made, sinking a 15 foot putt...from the sand trap.
After golf, I met up with my sister, Jen Hufton, and Meghan O'Reilly (who may or may not spell her name like that) at Boston Ave. We went to the Dispatch show at the Hatch Shell, which was their "Farewell" concert. Roughly 60,000 other people also went to the Dispatch show, which left us standing on Storrow Drive with many other late arrivals. Since we couldn't really see the band, we only stayed for 20 minutes or so before heading out to get something to eat. The Gin Blossoms were playing a free show at Government Center, so we stopped and watched them for a while. We were pretty sure that "Hey Jealousy" was the only hit they ever had, but after listening to them for a while, I realized that they sang every song from the 90's about which you might ask "Who sings that?". We took the T back to Harvard after the show and downed a few scorpion bowls at Hong Kong before shakin' it on the dance floor for the rest of the night.
This is why The Postal Service is superior to The Postal Service. If you can't deliver the mail on time, at least provide us with some nice melodies set to interesting beats.
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On Saturday afternoon, I played golf with my Dad, Irf, and Joe "The Godfather" Taranto. Joe did not earn his nickname by heading up a major crime family, but rather, because he is actually my Godfather. Anyway, we had a good time, and I hit what is currently the best golf shot I've ever made, sinking a 15 foot putt...from the sand trap.
After golf, I met up with my sister, Jen Hufton, and Meghan O'Reilly (who may or may not spell her name like that) at Boston Ave. We went to the Dispatch show at the Hatch Shell, which was their "Farewell" concert. Roughly 60,000 other people also went to the Dispatch show, which left us standing on Storrow Drive with many other late arrivals. Since we couldn't really see the band, we only stayed for 20 minutes or so before heading out to get something to eat. The Gin Blossoms were playing a free show at Government Center, so we stopped and watched them for a while. We were pretty sure that "Hey Jealousy" was the only hit they ever had, but after listening to them for a while, I realized that they sang every song from the 90's about which you might ask "Who sings that?". We took the T back to Harvard after the show and downed a few scorpion bowls at Hong Kong before shakin' it on the dance floor for the rest of the night.
This is why The Postal Service is superior to The Postal Service. If you can't deliver the mail on time, at least provide us with some nice melodies set to interesting beats.
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