POST #125

it's hard to believe it's my 125th post, but i'll try to make it count.

i'll take a moment to recount the event's of Reckless's surprise visit to Boston due to the recent unpleasantness in the UK, and his family's reluctance to sacrifice their special boy to foreign gods.

Reckless rolled into town on one of the few remaining functional amtrack trains, sobering up from the second binge of the day (the first occurring in merry Olde England, the second and third in merry Newe England), with the intention of seeing the premier garçon d'or off to his new career in social absenteeism (aka med school). on our arrival, we were greeted by the reminder of why theme parties can work so well; slutty nurse costumes. it was what you might call 'our element' but, not wanting to corrupt the reunionn with the old habits of debauchery and intoxication, we kept things pretty low key and left with grace to finish off the night on a rooftop in the back bay.

so goes it for weekends...

monday night, on the other hand, kept us local to preserve what tiny threads of decorum still remained in my professional life, and we tacitly agreed to eat buffalo and get fucked up. and get fucked up we did. along the way, i felt the powerful craving to watch fear and loathing in las vegas, but i did not own the movie, so we were forced to drunkenly shuffle through the inventory of three separate video stores before tracking it down at hollywood express.

of course, i'd never rented anything from hollywood express...

there's nothing quite like dealing out government-issued personal information and laying down a major credit card with a BOC hovering around .20, especially when you get to involve a friend who's mumbling 'mmmmm... chocolate, chocolate, chocolate' and smelling candy bars like well-aged cuban cigars. suddenly i looked down at the form i had been 'filling out' (with my left hand, no less) and realized i had the opportunity to add my mumbling friend to my video rental account.... with any restrictions i saw fit to impose on my new ward. i turned to him and decided i wasn't ready to expose him to any R-rated material (...wrote that on the form...), then i turned to the clerk and deadpanned 'and no sugar... i'm serious' (...wrote that on the form...).

many apologies, reckless. you will no longer be able to rent R-rated movies or purchase hershey bars at the hollywood video in davis square.

thanks for dropping into town, even if it was under unfortunate circumstances. it's always a good time, and never predictable with you around.

cheers-