Bahaha Boston.

Allison and I went to the Red Hat tonight because on Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays they have 10 cent wings after 5pm. We split 20 wings ("split..." I had 16) and each had a pint of Red Hat beer, and towards the end of our meal, a few people came in and apparently someone ordered a big salad. And one of the guys brought up the big salad every few minutes. In a ten minute span, I think he said "big salad" at least fifteen times. "Eileen just likes big salad. Man, isn't that a big salad? Yeah, it's a big salad. She just likes big salads!" I kept laughing. The beer encouraged me to keep laughing because I've become a lightweight, and being tipsy makes it hard to control my giggles.

Then another guy entered, a short man wearing Croqs, and decided to stir up trouble. By commenting on the big salad. The two men almost got into a fight (over the big salad) and "big salad" was said another twenty or so times. The bartender had to yell at them and told them if they were going to fight, they had to take it outside. He didn't want them talking to each other. Then the big salad was brought up again. And then they finally gave up.

We left and decided to buy beer on the walk home, stopping at the liquor store we've been to a few times. As we were paying for the six pack of Coronas, the guy ringing us in asked us what we were up to tonight. Without shame, I told him we were going home to watch Daisy of Love. He didn't know what we were talking about. The other guy that worked there interrupted and was familiar with Daisy, but we had to explain that it was trashy reality TV about a trashy girl who was famous for being on another trashy show.

When we left, we ended up walking behind people with a dog that kept barking at people. It barked at a homeless man. The homeless guy's response was "down, killah! Someone get this dog a Milkbone!"




...big salad.