bizoston

I'm outtie. I'm bouncin', like I did from the bar I went to last night called bounce. It's aptly named after a key movement of a key attribute of the waitstaff, but it might also be called "biznatch," for all the dudes in business suits, or "b. to the o." for that one guy who stank. I bounced to a bar closer to home called copperfields which has a delightful selection of beers and a bartender with a penchant for giving you other peoples bills and accusing you of underpaying. Among the fine selection one finds several brews from Goose Island of Chicago Illllanois (shout out to Craig, who I'm sure is reading angrily).

But seriously, I'm going to Boston today for the weekend. It's going to be too hot here, and my wonderful cousin is having a graduation party which should prove to be a raucous family affair. I had an interesting week, with some poker (came out even), some smoozing with important rich people (came out ahead), and some electrodes attatched to my head for money (I'm not prepared to assess this experience). As always there were many fascninating people in distress who are unfortunately dying of cigarettes they smoked in younger days.

Next week the bloggers should meet up for a drink (virtually). No, I mean in real life, even if only 2/3rds can show up. We can even invite neighbor lauren, though she does live at 410.