Re: Rep Retirement Lodge 99: You can get anything you want, at Fooper's Restaurant.
So now that I've properly recovered from my weekend (namely Saturday nite), I figured I'd give a Reader's Digest recap:
I meet up in Boston with an old co-worker from Foxboro who is trying to hook me up with her friend. We agreed to meet at Faneuil Hall. I end up having to run across Congress St, hop in her Jeep, and drive off like I'm a willing kidnapping victim, or some sort of drug dealer or soemthing.
We went to Jillian's (which sucked) then to some other Irish bar on Beacon St (can't remember the name of it) where we ended up hanging out for the remainder of the night.
Last Call comes around, I go to pay my tab. I'd had about 5 Jameson's, plus I bought drinks for Her Friend (who wasn't that great looking, but I didn't want to be an A-Hole) so it was quite a bit. Well, next thing I know I'm out on the street making out with some random chick I never met, and her roommate is yelling at her saying she needed to get back to the room before the building got locked. I ask her for her number, but first I check my phone to find out my friend texted me a half hour before saying to get my *** to the car or they were leaving me. So I assumed they left me, then asked this random girl to stay at her place, but the roommate wasn't entirely cool with it. (Why Women Suck: Reason #752)
I ended up taking a cab (possibly driven by Kimbo Slice) to The Garden, hoping to make the last train back to my truck. Nope, last train left an hour ago. I sat there for about half an hour until some guy threw me out of the Garden...I kinda felt bad, but I understood.
So I stumble around for a while trying to find Rte 28 to get myself to Medford, where I'd parked. Not happening, so I hail another cab, the guy drives me back there.
I sleep it off, because I'm in aboslutely NO shape to be driving at that point. Plus I'd slept in Wellington Station before, it's pretty safe, no weird people, right next to a State Police station. I woke up the next morning at 6, drove back to NH to be in at work for 7.
Interesting, to say the least, but I have a few lingering questions that haven't properly been answered:
1. How the hell did I meet "Random Girl," who upon further review isn't all that good-looking?
2. How did I lose my friends?
I went through my receipts and text/phone call histories extensively trying to piece it all together "Hangover"-style, and I'm still not satisfied. I think I need to talk to Random Girl to see what the hell happened.
At any rate, figured I'd share it here instead of the singles thread since it was way to bizaare to put there.