More crawl photos

As sad as it is, last night was probably the last outing for myself and miss possible in Boston.. It was the pre-designated Bar Crawl organzied by Cool Jesus and his band of merry pranksters. Although they started the crawl around 1pm, we dropped by at about 4:30, and stayed out until about 10.

Our adventure started at the Office where Miss Possible and I had a flat and disgusting Sam Summer. We then progressed across the street to The Place (where people meet). Mandy and some others joined (and left) at this point and all was in control. Clarke’s was next where we watched Afleet Alex take the Preakness and prevent Giacomo from winning the Triple Crown. I’ve never seen so many people excited about horse racing, for some strange reason. We grabbed a bite to eat and prepped for the next destination, The Hong Kong.

It was at this point where things started to go downhill, and it was only a result of the Scorpion bowls that were had. We racked up quite the sume of Hong Kong points (which aren’t worth diddly on a Saturday), and collectively pounded 6 or 7 bowls.

Aside: I think I failed to mention that the Aircraft Carrier, USS JFK, was docked in port for the weekend. The city of Boston became a haven of white sailor suits all weekend and every bar that we visited was flooded with Sailors. The women loved this aspect.

The rain continued to come down as we made our way over to Ned Devine’s for the next stop. Sometime along the way Cool Jesus got a piece of gum, which turned out to be dangerous. Mr. Incredible made an appearance and hung out for a while as he had some Jack & Sprite’s and enjoyed the atmosphere.

Miss Possible picked up a (not so good) connoli as we passed through Quincy Marketplace, and made our way over to the Hennessy’s. Unfortunately Mr. Incredible stole Brian’s ABC gum and was chasing people around the bar. He then deposited the gum on someone’s partially eaten dinner. The owner of the partially eaten dinner then insisted the Mr. Incredible pay for the dinner, however his credit card was maxed out. Cool Jesus then offered to settle the dispute with the food owner/band member/scary-looking-guy.

Miss Possible and I wrapped up our adventures at the Bell In Hand, when we made it in the back door. It was just a minute or two after we got in, that they started charging a cover. Unfortunately the entire group didn’t make it into this location. The few of us that did make it in, had a drink and it was at this point that Miss Possible saw her cousin Erica. Erica and her husband Ken live 15 minutes from our new home of Hoboken NJ, so it was extremely strange to see them here in Boston. They happened to be in the city for a friend’s surprise party — very strange twist of fate (this being our last hurrah in Boston and moving to NJ, they live in NJ and came to Boston for a party).

All-in-all it was a great adventure, and although we all didn’t wear red, it turned out to be a great time. Thanks for the invite, Cool Jesus! You will be missed (and I hope you’re feeling ok today)

Captain Larby: “I’m in Atlanta”

Well done, LTJ.  The icons are a stroke of Genius. 

I’m sorry to hear that the scooter won’t make it’s way down to Jersey, but if it’s going to help hook up your pad then it’s all good.  I already have a list of activities that I’m expecting you to participate in:  Most importantly get ready for some serious Wiffle Ball. 

An imponderable:  Would Cool Jesus ever relocate?  

Last night I found myself in the same position that Cool Jesus described below; that is to say typing various diatribes and then deleting them out of concern that no one would be interested.  I guess we need to get used to throwing the arbitrary comment "out there" and hoping someone will bite.   So, here we go:

Allow me to profess my love for Abc’s Lost.  This is one of the best acted, well written network television dramas in recent history.  Next Wednesday marks the season finale and I know I’ll be frustrated as all hell by the inevitable cliffhanger, but man, will it be worth it.   I always thought that Charlie from "Party of Five" had more in him.  And, not for anything, but Kate is hot.  (The future Mrs. Larby is presently casting me a scournful gaze and stating that  "she has mosquito bites", if that means anything to you).   The point is, I dig this show.  What will the finale and next season bring?  Only The Island knows.  More importantly,  what’s in the  hatch?  And, what kind of furry beast is constantly chasing the castaways?

I wish I had something interesting to say, but all I’ve been able to contribute to this site this week has been some random comments to other people’s posts.  I didn’t want y’all to think I was slacking.  I’m just living a bland week so far.  Well…not really bland, but I’ve started a couple of posts and then scrapped them because I didn’t think they’d appeal to anyone.  So, I’ll rest up, tackle the First Annual Fanueil Hall/Financial District/North Station Pub Crawl, and come back with a jones of a post soon enough.  Until then, I’ll let these three professionals entertain your socks off.   

I’ll leave you with a parting thought before I go – I think I may have white hair in my chin beard.  I’m trying to look at them as blonde hairs, but it really is nearly impossible to tell.  I’ve had a few white hairs in my temples for years and years, so that was never a big deal.  Also, even when  guy goes white up top, the beard seems to trail years behind, so I’ll just keep looking at the beard the way that won’t send me to the asylum.

Lastly, check out this bruise on my arm…

See, I warned you it was a slow week.

First of all, I have to welcome our newest author, Captain Larby.. who’s joining us from the Jersey side of things.. Soon, Cool Jesus will be the only one left up here representing the Boston Contingent.. and it’s for that reason that we have to try to woo him down to the Big Apple.

So, I did manage to sell my scooter. Gone. Poof. Sold. I’m definitely sad… The good news, however, is that the money that I earned from the proceeds of the tan machine are going towards some nice goodies.. We’re gonna have a nice pad down in Hobokistan… More will come on our Hoboken Style, I’m crafting something witty for that post.

Also, you may notice that now all of the authors have their own icons.. I came up with them on the spot today, so I hope they suit everyone.. if not, let me know and I’ll see what I can do.. Personally, I hate mine.. but it was the best I could find….

It’s been a quiet week on the Diatribe, so, I thought I’d spark it with an early evening post. I’m off to Miss Possible’s so.. catch y’all on the flip side..

Ahoy, ladies and gentlemen.  Captain Larby, present and accounted for.  I’m a late comer to the Diatribe, but I’m psyched to be a part of this fine institution.  Hopefully we can entertain someone out there.   Thanks to LTJ for allowing me to join in the fun. 

I have to admit, I was inspired to post by the photo of "that guy" mopping up at Copley.  I wish I could have seen that in person.  He looks like the kind of guy who could point you in the direction of a main access road.  Bravo.  

Cleaning the mall Originally uploaded by diatribe.

An event that was originally planned for 10-15 ended up with nine or so folks out tackling the sushi bar. With the help of some serious scorpion bowls, madness DEFINITELY began to ensue.The S.S. LTJ docked into port to deliver Salmon Roe to everyone at the event. Once the dinner was complete, the task at hand became connecting as many straws as possible to the Scorpion Bowl, as the pictures will attest. The evening ended up at Clery’s, but not before trapsing through the Prudential & Copley Malls, offering our services (right) to help out with the cleaning.All-in-all a good time was had by all, except for poor Rob who was mumbling something about Hiroshima and Nagasaki going through his brain sometime the next morning.What this weekend will hold is still up for grabs, but this time we mean business.