But I like big balls better.

Friday night I went to an event that felt a little like something out of a movie. It was Duck pin Bowling in an old-school alley with overhead projectors for the score instead of computers. There was a band called the Grandsons (rockabilly, honky-tonk, New Orleans and jump-blues) playing in front, on one of the bowling lanes, which lent the experience the movie-like quality I mentioned, the sort of general atmospheric coolness exceeded only by the magical moment when the band left their spot on the lane and traveled in a line around the entire bowling alley playing 'When the Saints...' with their trumpets and saxophones, nearly everyone in the alley trailing behind them in a long parade, dancing and spinning and singing along in the 'call and repeat' style common in southern churches and new orleans rockablilly. It was really something. Useless fact: kegling is not the same thing as kegeling!

Saturday on a whim V and I decided to go to a play we saw listed on the City Paper's events section. After getting a parking spot directly in front of the Everyman Theatre on Charles Street, we go in to purchase our tickets only to be told that they have been sold out for three weeks...BUT...2 people happened to have cancelled that day. Crazy! Luck? Karma? Who cares! It was a dark comedy called "The Cripple of Inishmaan." Pretty funny, irreverent, politically incorrect with its jokes about cripples and priests touching schoolchildren and trying to kill your elderly mother with alcohol- good stuff! Then we ate some Caribbean food at a joint across the street, really good red beans and rice, curried veggies, plantains, served by an adorable, small, toothless, cartoon character of a (jamaican? haitian?) man wearing shiny silver pants.

Fun weekend!

The women who read this will be disgusted. The men will prob scratch their heads and say, "I dunno, sounds pretty good to me...."
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