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10/28/2002

October 28, 2002 at 8:00 am

badly drawn boy @ avalon
panna2. total bill for two? $15
the party that we went to on friday night. in a $2.8 million west village brownstone. bought by two guys in their mid-20’s. and they had a list and a guy working the door. and it was a fundraiser for some college ballet troupe who needed money for their costumes. and they had 2 flat-panel plasma tv’s.
the met. i finally went to a nyc museum. i’m getting cultured.
jessica’s bday party.
uncle burt. he invented EZ-Wider rolling papers. no joke.
finally, a traffic-free drive down to nyc. and i found parking on the street.
ok, it has to be said. jessica’s step-mom is hot.
finally, a decent picture
the boondocks. the most biting, sarcastic, funny, and current comic strip around

October 21, 2002 at 8:00 am

almost a full week of susanne in town.
is it really possible that i’m a little sick of eating out?
tremont647, b-side lounge, shabu zen, east coast grille, sorella’s
dinner with dickie
apple pie, macoun apples
the boys’ trip to vegas. i’m still waiting to hear the stories
at least the pats didn’t lose this week
sometime i like to play a game where i count the number of bmw’s i see in my parking garage while i’m looking for a space. the current record: 17.
the blue and white wheaton m&m’s
running without pain
finally, i have accurate business cards. not that i ever use them.
the crazy woman at the gym who is always there, rides the bike in full pants and long sleeve shirt and boots, and is slowly eating the Bible. no joke. she scares the hell out of me

October 14, 2002 at 8:00 am

muscle relaxers
i thought yoga was supposed to fix hurt backs and necks. not cause them.
punch-drunk love. billy madison it ain’t.
brasserie
susanne’s friend nick looks just like ron jeremy
the good folks at newton-wellesley hospital. i should get some sort of frequent-visitor perks.
dinner at the charbonneau house.
mama patel’s veggie indo food. and samosas. although d still can’t eat it. wuss.
i finally heard that american idol song. pure crap. a bad 80’s whitney houston ripoff. i’m pretty sure the lyrics “the greatest love of all” are actually in it. seriously.
i think the wopr is finally fixed for good.

October 7, 2002 at 8:00 am

pearl jam, riot act, rhett miller, the instigator
badly drawn boy, have you fed the fish
let’s not talk about the fact that 2 of the above 3 albums don’t come out for another month
baraka cafe
d-man brought back a ton of new indo food. samosas.
i think the only sitcom that i watch on a regular basis is scrubs
i’m not trying to do all of my grocery shopping at trader joe’s
i have a normal walkman at work again, so i can finally listen to stern in the morning again
why is every single show on tv now a cop or detective show?
mom’s birthday brunch at the blue room
kingburg apple plums. i don’t know what they do to them, but they’re the best frigging plums i’ve ever had