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.

Reason number 387 why I love Boston.

Yesterday my Video Field group was filming our third and final project of the semester, a 6-8 minute short about a hipster vampire falling in love with a zombie. We were in the Common by the mauseoleum that's falling apart, the one behind the tennis courts, and had three girls with zombie outfits and makeup on and one hipster kid. A little strange, but not anything unusual for Emerson. A bunch of black men were in the gazebo, standing in a circle and swaying back and forth. Then they started shouting. They were all facing inwards and would lean back and yell a phrase, but we had no idea what they were saying. They'd only yell every five minutes or so, so we'd have to get scenes done as quickly as possible so the shouting men wouldn't be in our audio track. At the same time, there was a giant scavenger hunt going on, and the people partcipating kept thinking that the mausoleum was a monument. We'd see people with backpacks and red shirts (which I think said "The Great American Race" or something similar; we asked one team about it and they said it was for charity) and tell them that the mausoleum was of no importance before they could even ask. I think Jeannie, our main zombie, chased a few of them away.

The best, part, though, was that while we were shooting, THE FETISH MARATHON RAN BY. Tomorrow is marathon Monday, so the city is packed with tourists and people are all excited that it's marathon weekend. I'm used to that. But I've never seen the fetish marathon. It's a group of people dressed in different fetish gear that run around the city. We saw them turn onto Boylston from S. Charles and then they ran through the Common, following a guy in a green kilt with a whistle. People were mainly dressed in bondage gear, but there was someone with a Frank the Bunny head, a few kilts, and some random other things. Jeannie ran down and high fived a few of them as they passed us. Jenn made a comment about them looking strange (I couldn't hear exactly what she said) and one of the guys in the parade answered "we're saying the same thing about you!"

I love Boston. As we were filming our last segment, someone started playing bagpipes. Ah, Beantown. How I will miss you.

Vampires in Boston?!

No one bullies them...we just want to know why they're vampires.

Hahaha. We had "weird" kids in high school but it was never taken to this level.