In a bid to get C laid after, well after a very long time, I found myself going out on a Friday night at 10:00. That's PM.
I can't remember the last time I went out on a Friday, never mind that late. This is just a testament to what a good friend I am. I thought I was going to get out of it, but alas, I was shit out of luck. We had already attended the Celtics game that night with dinner before hand. I think that was a very respectable night out, but C wanted to meet the object of her affection out after the game so I complied.
When we got back to my place after the game, C called the Object. He did not answer and it was already 9:30 so I thought I was home free. Because I thought this, I decided to eat half a pint of Ben and Jerry's Apple Pie Ice Cream (I'm a sucker for limited batches). For some reason that day I had been a bottomless pit. I'm not even usually an ice cream eater and if I have some its usually a spoonful here and there. About 10 seconds after I forced the pint back in to the freezer, her phone rings. I groan inwardly.
She snaps her phone shut. "You up for it?" She looks so excited, I can't say no.
I drag myself up off the couch and up stairs. Some how I manage to make myself look presentable in five minutes, cursing Ben and Jerry the whole time.
The night was relatively fun. I didn't know anyone, but for some reason I didn't care. The guys we were with were nice enough, one had potential until the second bar contained the woman he was dating. She was way too old for him, but oh well. I didn't have to pay for any drinks. C felt bad and tried to push money on the guys, but I was all for taking advantage of the situation. From Daisy Buchanan's to Harvard Gardens to the 21st Amendment, we wound our way through the streets of Boston.
Even though work loomed before me on Saturday morning, it was a fun night, put me back in touch with my city.
I do love Boston. I just wish I had someone to enjoy it with sometimes.
PS: C did not get laid, despite my best efforts.
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