St. Louis Swing

Made the trek to St. Louis this weekend, home of one-hit-wonder Paperboy and site for one kick-ass wedding. Up until just a few days prior, I was not going to make it, but Melissa refused to give up the hunt for a reasonable flight. What a woman.
When Aafreen and Mike left Boston, many of us here lost big. Aafreen embodies the essence of balance, inspiring calm and kindness in those fortunate enough to know her. Her smile's infectious and if that doesn't get you, her hugs surely will. There was a lot of this behavior going on this weekend, most of which appeared to be orchestrated by the Chanduwadia's and their army of hugging homies, which apparently converts thousands of members each year. We happen to be in it. Mike is the type of guy who will throw his turntables in his trunk and drive for hours to spin at a friend's party. Creativity just oozes from his pores. He's the sort of dude who would lay face down in a pile of excrement just to let his loved ones pass unsoiled. Thanks buddy. We love you guys.
It was dope to chill with old friends. Big up to the guys with the misfortune to room with me: Meat for also helping me get there last minute and Jonah for not killing us in the rental car and Trace for being so fun to antagonize late at night. Daanesh dropped science on all things detailed and complicated. Krome gave the toast of his life and got recruited to do stand-up on the midwestern circuit. Farhaad popped, locked, and reined on the dance floor. Jacques sweated enough to combat california drought.
So, who'll be next to join the club? I'm already jonsing for a wedding.

Freakin Beacon

I was surfing the web recently and came across the early Beacon Bee. Asinine, for sure, but some of that stuff was funny. Who can forget the saga of Foonty & Trowl? Here's one of my favorites, based on the true story of your neighborhood eatery. The drawing was done by Josh who's currently active at Outpost Gallery in Brockton.

Friendly's Fecal Fable (Boston, MA) June 17, 2004--Outbreaks of the virus associated with raw or undercooked poop served in Friendly's in Arlington, MA occurred this month. More than 5,000 patrons of a single Friendly's restaurant in the Boston area were exposed to Hepatitis A this month. The source of the Boston outbreak is still unknown, but Friendly's has removed poop from all recipes as a precaution.

We got last minute tickets to the Sox game last night. Damon got booed royally. Ortiz got cheered righteously, despite major struggles at bat. Mirabelli showed us how not to catch a knuckle-ball, several times over. Manny cracked the bat and looked cool as hell, as usual.
Melissa kept saying, I can't believe we're at a sox game, in between this kid screeching, Damon! You suck! You sold your soul to the devil, I hope you rot. So is this year's question: What would Judas do?
The game didn't turn out like we wanted, A-Rod the bane of the night, but we had a blast. Anybody who wants to unload extra tickets, look no further.

What's in your blog, sucka? Everyone and their grandmother seems to have a blog these days, so why not get on board. It only takes a few moments to get an account and start polluting the web with more noise that nobody really cares about, and then push it on you. I get to express myself to my hearts content in the hopes that a couple people with nothing better to do take a look. So thank you deeply for having nothing better to do.