5 posts tagged “daniel t. kurtz”
I also picked up this fella to help me plan my journey into places unknown. Fodor's is clearly an anagram for Frodo's, and I can think of no better guide than the famous wanderlust stricken antihero. The cover even looks like the shire, with Mt Fuji shopped into the background, come on! The design staff is clearly trying to suggest a parallel between Mt. Fuji and Mt. Doom, which means that Daniel gets cast as the amiguously gay Samwise. I'm already pumped to cast off some crusty heirloom into the firey depths of Japan, and I haven't even read the words on the inside. I have a feeling they will only corroborate this hypothesis.
Once I finish this book I should have a good idea of what I want to do in Middle Earth, I'll let you guys ( Dan and Sarah ) know.
Today the weather was more than acceptable for push-overs like me to go biking. It feels good to sweat; I get a pardoxal feeling of cleaniness afterwards. Everything is still in working condition, I'm pumped for the spring now!
Got my passport today, going to purchase tickets for Nihon this week. Still not entirely sure on the exact dates.
Finally got confirmation for being registered at Showa. Dreams do come true!
I finally got around to listening to the Dropkick Murphys stuff I have on my iPod and i like it a lot. --scenepoints for liking an established band. I think I've lost my taste for beer now as well. Slowly but surely my body is ensuring that never have fun eveeeeeeeeeeer again :3.
So the rehearsal with the "Saxyderms" went well. The Tufts center for the arts is beautiful, I'm incredibly jealous. Anyway we'll be playing somewhere around Copley sometime around 11-1PM tommorow. In 2 hours we read through maybe 15-20 pieces(?) By the end I was dead tired, but happy to know that I was playing with some enthusiastic people.
I'm chronicaling the events of last night as a pleasent reminder to myself to avoid hard alcohol for the next, oh, many months.
John Harvards
2 pints
Redline
some lemon shot
Mexican Place
Tequila Shot
Not the Regatta bar, but some place near by
I can't even remember, i think it tasted like apple
We skipped over Thomas O'McCallisterSullivans Irish Pub due to an absurd cover charge( 3 bux, say wwhaaaaaaaat?)
Mayan place with the trippy wall
Shots that, judging by the price, contained the blood of christ
At this point I was fairly jovial to say the least. We were going to get drinks at Casablanca due to its sentimental value to Charles and Tristan, but my friends this was no ordinary night in Morocco. The barkeep at Casablanca was shocked and appalled to be accosted by plebs requesting shots. After a derisive comment by a patron about our motley crue being out of place at such a "classy" establishment, and a second request for shots (roll eyes) the bartender reccomended we go to Hong Kong instead.
Dan noted that this man was likely to have been our savior had we decided to stay there and enjoy ambiance.
But instead we went to Hong Kong and informed one of the three enormous sentinels of our predicament. Shocked that such upstanding citizens were denied hydration, and knowing first hand that our previous host was a douche bag he proceeded to get us tanked beyond any reasonable measure.
End Game: Hong Kong
3 scorpion bowls / 5 people
5 heinekens / 5 people
and each of us essentially a glass of pure jaeger mixed with something else i couldnt ID(perhaps a Jaegerbomb?)
I should mention that the big beefy bouncer that heard our plight got us our first scorpion bowl free. He then informed the bartender that he was to get us as "drunk as fuck" (or some other combination of the words "drunk" and "fuck" signaling that we were to recieve scorpion bowls that were mostly vodka)
Somewhere betwixt the Jaeger and the final scorpion bowls I took a breather to call Sean and spout obscenities, as I am want to do whilst inebriated. Amy, Jesse, and Mike showed up just as I lost the ability to maintain my normally regal bearing. Mike and I discussed the irony of the situation, hugs all around, and then he carriedme back to party haus. The walk home I took in the metaphorical shoes of my younger brother, which is to say I urinated on property not my own. I credit luck to the fact that the Sohryu's didn't wake to find their two favorite Northeastern Alums stumbling up their stairs. Or maybe they did wake up, I don't even remember stairs. Mayhaps I levitated to the third floor.
So in conclusion, party house your genorosity and benevolence likely saved my life last night. A stronger man may have withstood the onslaught, but I have limited myself to myself to only beer over the past 6 months and was definately unprepared for anything more than nufdslides.
To your health and good fortune abroad, Dan!
