The Big Update!

The last few days have been a blast!
Friday I spent the afternoon hanging out with an old friend from my bookstore days, Amy, and her adorable son Nathan. We spent a lovely afternoon walking around the grounds of Hammond Castle taking pictures and catching up on old times.

Saturday I had school, and while there we went to the Charles River Museum of Industry to take pictures. What a fabulous place! All kinds of things to look at and photograph. I can't wait to go back there! Unfortunately I also threw out my back while there... I made the mistake of lifting all of my gear at once without watching my posture and TWANG! I fucked up my back... I took some pain meds and worked through the pain and used my heated seats while driving for the rest of the weekend and now I seem to be okay... not great but okay. Of course it also helped that I drank myself slightly stupid later in the evening.

Saturday night we saw Doug Stanhope at Ralph's Chadwick Square Diner in Worcester and gosh darn it, I think I like that joint. Opening for Stanhope was The Steamy Bohemiams, A naked comedian, a man who layed down on the stage and women in the audience were called upon to stand on him all at once. About 15 women total managed to stand on him all at once... I stood on his hand. There was also a comedy band called Robbie Roadsteamer and they played songs such as "I'm sorry your cat has ass cancer" and "I put a baby in you"

We hung around the club and talked with Roadsteamer band mambers and the lovely, lively and very bald Bingo. Bingo is Doug Stanhopes girlfiend? housemate? traveling companion? all of the above? I'm not sure... I am also not sure what chemicals she was ingesting that evening, but whatever it was, it works for her! A pure delight she is!

Speaking of chemical indulgences... let me tell you about Holly and the Dude Crew. Drugs do not work at all for these folks. This chick Holly, or maybe it was Molly asks if the seat next to us is taken, and no it was not so we offered it to her. Then she askes me if I have a tampon I could spare... I didn't. Then her whitecap* boyfriend comes over and starts talking... before you know it he's going all dude on us. Y'know... Dude! Whatcha drinkin'! Dude, dude, dude.

Well then his buddies show up and one of them has a birthday that evening and Holly/Molly says "We're gonna tell this guy Stanhope it's Jimmy's birthday and we're gonna say his last name is Crackcorn" Yeah, this broad was oozing class. Various members of this crew kept ducking outside for a cigarette and before we know it we are "saving their spots" for the whole crew. By the way... these guys took a cab from South Boston to Worcester to to get to this show and they didn't even know who Doug Stanhope was!

During our odd conversation with these people I ended up showing them my funky ring that turns into knuckles and looks sort of like THIS ONE and the boyfriend says to me "It's a felony to have that". Later that evening they all disappear on us and come back and tell us how one of the opening comedians fingered them for doing coke in the bathroom and I thought that this asshole was telling me my jewelry was illegal and he just put a weeks pay up his nose? Lovely.

Eventually they worked their way up to the front row and pulled their little Jimmy Crackcorn stunt, then when Stanhope launched into a bit about immigrants (my memory may be hazy about the exact subject matter) Holly/Molly and her little coke posse left.

So after hanging out and talking to Bingo a woman approaches us and asks us if we happen to be heading east after the show. Apparently she got abandoned and had to get home to Somerville somehow. It was almost 2am. So being the nice people we are we gave her a ride home, and amazingly I did not get us lost in Cambridge. We also did not get home until almost 4am. Now that I am writing this out I am also remembering that she did not offer us any money for gas.

Sunday we slept in some then dragged our sorry asses out to The Brimfield Fair. On our way there we saw this strange object fly over the highway and at first I thought it was some sort of bizarre kite. Then it turned. It was a stealth bomber! I never in a million years ever expected to see one of these for real, never mind in the sky over where I was driving. I am guessing it had something to do with the former leader of Iran speaking at Harvard, but I don't know that for a fact. I'll let you conspiracy theorists out there work that one out.

Brimfield was a blast! My friend Therese from work was there selling kettle corn. I had no idea she was going to be there and Ron discovered that kettle corn is a great hangover cure. Check out their website HERE. Sarah from school joined us and we took tons of pictures. I almost bought a monkey skull.

All told it was a great, if exhausting, weekend. Now it's back to the real world and work! I am once again woefully behind on pictures, but I'll be getting them up as soon as I can... you can be sure of it!




*Whitecap: Those jock assholes from high school whose only goals where to get drunk, high or stake out their next date rape.