Guess who had three, count it, THREE friends this weekend?!
Well, at least for Friday night. Caleb (Lauren’s boyfriend) came down from New
Hampshire for the weekend, and Mark ventured to good ol’ Somerville for the
night. And Lauren counts as a friend too. BOOM.
So my numerous friends and I decided to go to a place in
Inman Square called the Ginger Exchange for a riveting game of trivia. We, of
course, managed to show up late, but we still snagged a table and a spot in the
game. After little discussion, we dubbed ourselves…. THE AMERICAN DREAM.
Predictable, I know. But it’s hard to think under a time crunch. We ordered
ourselves a beer tower of PBR—America’s beer—and got down to business.
There were questions regarding astronomy, geography, TV,
cars, sports, and music. Your typical game of trivia. Aaaaaaaand we KILLED it.
On opposite day. We sucked. But that’s ok, cause we really weren’t playing to
win, just to fun. I’m preeeeetty sure we came in last place with a whopping
50-something points, and the first place team was in the 90’s. It’s whatever,
we had a great time. We finished off the night with some bar hopping and turned
in just after 2:00. We’re so hardcore. And get this: we drank the next night
too. Look who’s still trying to be young!
Saturday night was a bit more eventful. Caleb, Lauren, and I
traveled to the faraway land of Harvard Square (it’s really not very far… like,
10 minutes on the bus). We started at a great dive bar and then wandered to a
more hoppin’ (as the kids say) area. We were immediately offered free
underpants by a British dude, to which I smoothly replied, “No thanks, I’m
already wearing some.” I know, I have a way with words.
Saturday night marked the start of a very fun, and widely
popular game: gay or straight. It’s just so darn hard to tell sometimes with
the upswing of dudes wearing skinny jeans and cardigans… which, unfortunately, is
right up my alley. Lauren was convinced this jacked short guy was hitting on
Caleb at the dive bar, but I’m pretty sure he was just a bit tipsy and was
trying to talk to us through Caleb. We also played this fun game at our last
stop: a dimly lit hipster bar. I probably don’t need to explain, but I will
just for shits and giggs. I spotted a very tall, very cute, very nicely dressed
guy posting up by the bar. Skinny jeans, TOMS, t-shirt, and zip up hoodie. I
was in love. But I’m not so sure he was. Either I’m hideously ugly, or he was
batting for the other team. I tried pretty hard to make eye contact, but nada. And
I thought I caught him checking out a dude. I'll just count my losses and move on.
Gay/straight confusion aside, said hipster bar was a pretty
sweet spot. And I could not have felt more at home. Although, I definitely
could have done without the five dollar rather small beers (even though they
were super delicious). But THE best part about this bar was that they somehow
hijacked my playlist. Each song that came on I got progressively more excited,
and I eventually had to make a trip to the little girls’ room so I wouldn’t
embarrass myself.
Here’s a sample:
Peace out, home slices.
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