Mestee Blogger

Let's hear what the man from the ever-indecisive state of Ohio has to say about things...

Mestee,

What are the results of your previous poll? Will you be sporting the "flying seagull" look, or the "white boy afro" style? Any chance of a completely shaved noggin?

Class of '67,
Tom in Toledo

Tommy,

I'm sorry to say that White Boy Afro came in last, with only 13% of the votes...I was looking forward to trying that. There was a three-way tie for 2nd, with Bald Eagle, Flock of Seagulls, and My Hair is Eating My Face getting one fifth of votes each. The winning 'do was Super Mullet, which I'm only one bad haircut away from achieving. Fun fact: During a party at Bates, Scott Balicki actually allowed me to cut his hair into said Super Mullet fashion in order to accentuate his "Redneck" Halloween costume. This may have been the crowning achievement of my hair-cutting career.

-Brian

Jacko came down for a visit to Boston Ave last night, since he is presently on vacation from work (as opposed to being "on vacation" in a place more tropical than, say, Medford). Did that make sense? Who cares? Neither Jacko nor I had eaten dinner by the time he showed up, so we decided to grab some burgers at Uno's.

There were two things that we weren't anticipating when we sat down to eat: 1) The waitress assigned to our section was the worst waitress either of us had ever seen and 2) Uno's now has a "House Magician", complete with name tag that says "Magician" under his name. The waitress never really acknowledged our presence to begin with -- she just put down our silverware and walked away, at which point Jack suggested that maybe she was unable to speak. She returned in a few minutes, took our drink orders, and asked if we were ready to order our meals. I made the mistake of asking for "another minute" while I finalized my choice. Jack had ordered a Sprite, but changed it to a ginger ale...then received a Sprite. The waitress was taking forever to come back to our table, but then a guy approached us, who I figured was maybe a manager, looking to apologize for the poor service. As it turned out, it was the house magician. He showed us a few card tricks that were legitimately impressive, but after he left, Jack suggested (very accurately) that this guy would have to seriously improve his dull personality if he were to ever move beyond the "Uno's" phase of his magical career.

We were getting really hungry, but I figured that the burgers would be out pretty soon. Then I realized that we never ordered the burgers...our waitress had been gone for almost twenty minutes! After we finally flagged her down and ordered, it was another twenty minutes until our burgers came out. When our burgers arrived, we discovered that there was no ketchup/catsup. Instead of waiting an hour for our waitress to return, Jack got proactive and went to get a bottle from another table. I half-jokingly suggested that he refill his own drink, which he had requested a while ago. He returned with a ketchup bottle and a full glass of soda. "Nobody even gave me a funny look", he said of his self-service soda refilling.

Here's my latest guilty listening pleasure: Eisley. Long? Sorta. Girly? Kinda. Catchy? Definitely. C'mon, who can't root for a band made of four brothers and sisters and their next door neighbor?

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