looks like the pats game is over. chris couldn't go because his car got snowed in. he walked home last night. i brought a wreath home that we picked up in porter, i couldn't find my car for a bit, so i was stomping around davis with a giant wreath.
showed up with jake and chris to a couple parties, some christmas stuff and sweaters and hamilton people. was fun, played wii bowling a lil, stared at christmas lights.
we chilled (vodka triple sec cranberry juice). dealt with the awkweirdness, sank guacamole.
went out, from davis to porter, took over a room, accepted a dead guy rogue ale, bud light, crackers and cheese. went to the chinese place close to davis sq, got kicked out at 2am sharp.
back to porter, dumprings, watched the first half hour of superbad, left with jake, considered getting a cab and talked to three girls smoking butts on a porch on elm st. i picked up the wreath and hoofed it to broadway, eventually finding the right street.
got home way too late, woke up early, met clynton's brother and his family, showed him ps3, kicked snow, got sick, neighbors downstairs gave me their shovel, dug out the car, drove here, hash browns, celtics boogie, jets miss the field goal.
pomegranates. juiced. seeds. do the watermelons give me health?
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