Thursday, October 3, found us once again at the Paradise with it once again smelling of vomit.
H: That kid looks like a Culkin.
M: Oh. Yeah. I thought you said cokehead.
H: Ha. Or that.
Underage Boy: Do you know whose Corona that is?
M: Excuse me?
UB: Do you know whose Corona that is?
M: Yeah. It's mine. (raises bottle) Cheers.
BK was better than ever. The sound was great: big and full. Boston is stereotypically a tough town to performers. I'd like to think we have discriminating taste. We know what we like and when we like it, we dance to it.
After the show, we took the boys to Costello's (again). And then went for a pizza run. This is my photographic interpretation of the pizza run. Don't you think Pizza Run! would be a good name for a band? Me too.
Mad props to John for allowing us to cram into his car and driving us around.
1 comment:
let's go out soon!
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