July 30, 2001 at 8:00 am
- deciding to stay in boston. go sox.
- a perfect day on the beach and more newport fun with mike and tom
- fooled by april and clare burson acoustic at tt the bear’s
- tom’s new cape house. and the pool and hot tub. and the soon to be completed movie theatre, home gym, office, bar, pool house, and whiffle ball field. i plan on moving in soon.
- getting our lease renewed, and the coming arrival of the yinner and his big tv and big sofa. we will have the ultimate mack-daddy bachelor pad.
- lying by the pool, listening to the sox on the radio, passing out in the sun: the ultimate newport hangover cure.
- the return of nomar. go sox.
- lance armstrong is the most amazing athelete of the last decade
- aoife’s friday night gathering with the most random mix of people i’ve ever seen.
- once again, being tan
- marky getting engaged
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July 23, 2001 at 8:00 am
- another free weekend in san francisco
- high-end stereo shopping with steve
- kabuto sushi
- hiking on mount tam
- the tourist club, a german drinking club in the middle of the woods, complete with oom-pah-pah band, leiderhosen, and pretzels and sausages.
- taking the redeye back, getting back to boston at 8am, and driving straight to work
- weekend DVD viewing: unbreakable and finding forrester
- jasper white’s summer shack
- bbq/impromptu dance party at gordon and karen’s
- blueberry harvest powerbars
- i should sell and market plaintain chips
- offers
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July 9, 2001 at 8:00 am
- a week in NYC. i gotta say that i do love that city. just get rid of the yankees and mets.
- bacardi O. get your O face on.
- the fact that my friends have made friends with bartenders
- spending 3 days just walking around the city without anything really to do
- lunch at mesa grill
- memento. if you’ve seen it, read this article. pretty cool.
- finally, after 3+ months, finishing neal stephenson’s cryptonomicon
- the mcsorley’s shirts that bootsie made
- cranium, and my mad mad sculpting skills.
- the sight of me eating wings while butler watches the WNBA. i think that happens with about the same frequency as haley’s comet coming around
- tom’s performance in newport
- sort of being tan
- raydawg, complete with matching shoes, boombox, and uniform with his name on the back, tatoos, his own theme music, and zero skills.
- discovering that i’m a whole lot better at sega drinking golf than golden tee 2002 drinking golf. man do i suck at that game.
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