no druids in this one... sorry to you fantasy folk who ended up here by mistake.
my 35th birthday! perhaps the Golden Age of my human lifespan? everything and everyone seemed almost balanced (except Lou who was temporarily out of the picture).
i convinced JJ & Big Mac to go to Boston to celebrate. John and Shaun might have been there too- and the Hawaiian Republican guy and possibly someone else?
we stayed at Ross's apartment just outside the city and drove into Avalon (now closed) on a Sunday night- just like i used to every week when i lived in the Harvard dormitory supply closet.
i remember doing some shots.
i remember some drag queen noticing that i kept puking in between shots.
i remember the crazy raver girl DJ played the house classic "Voices", a favorite of mine!
i remember the traditional end of the night trip to IHOP.
and then, just to emblazon the event in my memory forever, the very next day i ended up with the responsibility of telling everyone who spent the night at Ross's to check themselves for Phthirus pubis (crabs).
Yup.
a near miss for everyone but JJ, who had transported critters back across state lines.
it took about 6 months before he agreed it was a funny story...
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