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01 September 2006 @ 08:59 pm
wherein I bitch about stupid bartenders  
I'm on my dad's computer, whose keyboard I detest. But I'm going to risk potential finger injury in order to talk about my trip to Boston; where I got in a fight with a bartender, flirted with a man dressed as a dead pirate gravedigger, and witnessed the final blows in the latest Boston Massacre.

First thing's first. We went to the Red Sox game on Monday and it was... pitiful. But I knew that it was going to be, so I didn't really care. As I sat there eating peanuts in the super uncomfortable seats of Fenway Park, I was finally able to be apart of the thing that I've been so in love with for so many years: the love-hate relationship with the Sox. They were down two at the end of the eighth when they hit a home run. The previous feelings of moderate depression that had been surfacing were eliminated, until they managed to totally strike out within a matter of minutes in the ninth. And that's what's so beautiful about it!

And Tuesday, we went to Cheers - both of them. The Bull & Finch Pub was phenomenal but the set replica was kind of crappy. Not surprisingly, the replica was where I argued with the bartender. A man who was 23 if he was a day.

Apparently, sitting in the seats of Frasier and Lilith, was a pair of "drag queens." (I can not confirm nor deny this, no matter how much I was staring. Which means I must clarify... I was staring because I was fairly convinced that they were both women and was trying to determine their level of affection. It was clearly higher than that of two friends. And, what can I say? You don't get to see many lesbians in the birthplace of the Republican party. And attractive lesbians? And yes, they were quite attractive.)

They were a pair of well-dressed women, slightly reminiscent of Liza Minnelli, sure, but that does NOT make them gay men. I like Liza Minnelli! Not that I'm necessarily the best variable in this case, but whatever. Their hair was clearly not their own, and whether that was a bad color job or a bad wig job I really couldn't say. They both had a martini and were sharing a salad, talking in hushed tones. Frankly, I found them to be adorable. (Side bar: There is a Geek Squad car parked across the street from me as I type. I find them to be adorable.)

[Billy] the Bartender comes up to me to see if I want more Coke, after the women leave. When I decline he, pretty randomly (in my opinion) states that I'm too young to be seeing such things. My dad, ever the tactful one, says something like "You mean the transvestites?" I simply told him that he was too young to be so close-minded. Provided they were even trans, because I do not know that they were. Nor do I really care. It just pissed me off. I'm so used to living in my little isolated bubble of The Internet where "everyone" (read: everyone I allow myself to come across) is super open-minded and loving of everyone. So, when I enter the "real world" I wanna slap a bitch.

Later that night, I convinced my dad to do a ghost tour of Boston, which is always fun. Our tour guide called himself "Silas" and was supposed to be the gravedigging ghost of a rogue pirate. He was sort of cute and let me strike up a conversation with his shovel and he got me away from my dad for a while. It all started when he tried to scare me and while I can't say that I found him attractive, I did have fun. And it's a good story.
Pirate Jenny: hug=killdeliriums_fish on September 3rd, 2006 07:10 am (UTC)


Ah, Jillie's got me slurring things, first "Krissin", now "Bosson".


Did you get pictures? Are you going to post them? Boo to Billy, yay to Silas!

I've only ever been to the actual set of Cheers, and they don't sell liquor there (it's in a museum), so it was pretty tame.
I'll be there for you.weill on September 4th, 2006 09:24 pm (UTC)
BOSSON! Bawsawn.

Pictures! Maybe like four... and post I will... once I finish with the picturing. :D I really hope that wasn't his real name.

Oh my gosh, I want to go there. That'd pwn all other Cheerses.