Closeted Hockey Fan Coming Out

OK, so maybe I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm a "fan," actually, but ever since we saw the Bruins play the Capitals, I have developed a curiosity of sorts for the game of Hockey as well as the Boston Bruins.

In last night's against the Nashville Predators, which we watched on our fancy big TV, at least three Bruins got in a fight, including the goalie! I mean, how often do you see the goalie throw down?!

I was also amazed to see one guy's hockey stick break in mid-play. I asked one expert, Biff, what happens in this case: "What do you mean what happens? Nothing happens, they keep playing. Maybe that guy should get a better stick if he wants to play hockey."

My response: "Now that's a game!" I mean, the rules still make about as much sense as the rules of football (only three blitzes an inning?!, j/k, inside joke, but I bet you can imagine me saying it sincerely) but if I had to pick a game where arbitrary rules are established and the pieces put into play according to said rules for an arbitrary period of time, then I guess I'd choose hockey. Come to think of it, that's not much different than life.

p.s. This blog is not about baseball. (Or hockey)

Praying to the Frog Gods

A Night of Scintillating Conversation

Words were exchanged, tempers flared, jigs WERE danced....

When The Rod comes to town

Red Sox Tickets Arrived

You may or may not remember BKDM's rant about waiting all day to order Red Sox tickets, and how crazy all Red Sox fans are, but the fruits of our labor arrived today! Two pairs of tickets to April baseball games here in Boston, at Fenway Park, self-proclaimed "America's Most Beloved Ballpark."
I am giddy and did a dance when I opened the envelope. I've never seen a game at Fenway and I just pray I don't get all crazy and start crying or something.

Harpoon Brewery Tasting

If you've never had a harpoon beer, then you are missing out on one of the finest beers in America. Though the company could be much bigger, they only have one brewery in Boston and two in Vermont. They brew a limited amount each year, and are committed to a few core, quality products.
We visited their Boston brewery for the noon-o'clock tasting.







We left with a growler each (64 oz. container, which they will refill with fresh, amazing draft beer anytime for cheap!), one filled with their Winter Warmer product, which is a delicious beer mixed with nutmeg and cinnamon, and one filled with their Munich dark, a delicious dark German-style beer.

Here, a certain someone can be seen sporting not only the growler, but also the stylish growler koozie to keep your brew kool, and your hands free. This, along with the shamrock Boston sweatshirt, completes the Masshole look perfectly.

Happy Birthday, Hooker!

And by that I mean yesiamahooker, my little brother and one of my best friends. It's his birthday today and it is also Miss Dolly Parton's birthday, which is interesting, but I'm not sure what it even means.
Note: According to reference.com, here are the notable births today:

1736 - James Watt, Scottish inventor of the steam engine.
1807 - Robert E. Lee, American commander-in-chief of the Confederate armies.
1809 - Edgar Allan Poe, American poet, author.
1839 - Paul Cézanne, French painter.
1908 - Ish Kabibble (Merwyn Bogue), American comic singer.
1930 - Tippi Hedren, an American film actress.
1943 - Janis Joplin, American blues and pop singer.
1946 - Dolly Parton, American songwriter, singer.
1955 - Paul Rodriguez, Hispanic-American comedian.
1971 - yesiamahooker, Siobhan's brother.
1972 - Drea de Matteo, American actress.
1980 - Jenson Button, English Formula One driver.

Lil Brother Hooker and I have been pals ever since we were small fries, even though, if given half a chance, he will regale you with horror stories of the atrocities I visited upon him in our collective youth.
Next time you see him, ask him about his first broken nose. It involves me, a station wagon and The Collected Works of Mark Twain in hardback.
This is on Thanksgiving night. We may have been drinking. You be the judge.

It's True that I am Vexed by the Snow

But it surely is pretty as long as I don't have to be out in it. This is the view from my office.

p.s. by BKDM - El Dub needs the French Toast alert

El Dub No Like the Snow

El Dub does not like-a the snow. It confuses and bewilders her...





Especially when it covers big things like cars...








Why is she in the middle of the road? And what is that gesture she makes toward the camera?

Airline bumper stickers follow-up

I started to get suspicious when no airline bumper stickers showed up, so I decided to email the company. Here is their response:

James-
Thank you for your email. We actually emailed you on 12/16 [editor note by bkdm: my records indicate no such email] to let you know that our policy is that we will not force our employees to print materials they find offensive. We don't print the 'F' word, but we will print 'F**k'. Let us know if you want us to print modified designs. Your credit card has not been charged.

Thanks,
Mick/Graphicsland

I opted to go ahead and order the friendlier versions. I think they still get my message across.

The Votes Are In

Well, the votes are in, and the tally indicates that most people believe, in the contest of "Is Kevin drunker than a monkey?", that Kevin and the monkey are indistinguishable.

If you don't know where or whence the reference for this comparison originates, then I'll refer you to the modern drunkard magazine, described by wikipedia as "a sporadically released glossy color periodical ...based in Denver, Colorado...".

The pertinent article, entitled "The Zen of Drinking Alone", ejaculates the following paragraph of wisdom:

"Whiskey is the key that sets the monkey free, goes the old saw, and that monkey is your Id, your subconscious mind, the inner you. Instead of letting that monkey out in public, where he tends to go berserk (or so they tell you the next morning), set him loose in a calm room. A quiet place bare of predators and prey. Get to know him. You might be surprised. You might even start liking the little bastard."

One More Pic from Kevin's Visit

Because I can't resist, here is my beloved just about to slaughter this lobstah at the No Name Restaurant on the Pier. We had the best waiter ever and tons of delicious seafood, all overseen by a really aggressive and seemingly-hungry gull. I sure am glad there was a pane of glass between us.
All of you should know that if you come to visit, we will be going back for this festival of once-swimming treats.

Tour of Downtown Denver

My friend Jody has been doing a lot of these lately, but this one I especially liked. It reminds me of that town snuggled at the base of the Rockies.

funny blog

check out http://tackychristmasyards.com/ for a cheap laugh.

pizza

This is your friend young Kevin reporting from the Barkley-Wood residence at nearly midnight. Things have gotten a little out of hand here.

We ordered pizza from Pizzeria Regina's (a most amazing pizzeria) and then BKDM and I walked over there (jumping a fence to get there, and back, bad idea jeans) to pick up it. Inevitably, we ended up at their bar and shots of SoCo and Lime and other such things ensued.


:::editor's note to readers: Jim just saved you three paragraphs of reading superfluous text. Sorry Kevin:::

make sure you see this link to the Washington Post about top theater of 2007 (spoiler: Kevin's play is no. 3)

Final nip of the evening

Kevin is sad because the redskins lost. Laura is happy to comfort her friend. Jim has mixed emotions about the carbomb rules in boston.

Salty dog bar and grille

9.04pm and we are at fanueil hall having oysters, surge-powered guinness, and a salty dog at the salty dog.

Is It You?

This was my fortune at lunch with young kevin and laura. Is it you?

Drunk as a monkey? You decide

Kevin and I did manage to hit a number of great hotspots including, in this order,
the Hub Pub (click here to see "Friday night in Boston" post),
Jillian's,
a really cool piano bar out by fenway,
the Pour House (editor's note: there's a Pour House in every major city),
Whiskey River,
Tam's (never order shots of SoCo-lime here),
Karaoke in the theater district,
and finally the Rattlesnake where we went with TheDistrict (click here to see "What-a-fun-time-but-I-might-be-dead, or Jay's visit, day 2" post).
Also, if any of you were wondering, there is no such thing as ranch dressing bukake. It does not exist.

On the town with kevin

THAT'S A CORONA?!

Little Jeffy tour of Boston

Also, if you've ever seen family circus, here is a "little Jeffy" version of Kevin's tour through Boston on Friday while the adults were at work. Done properly, it should be peppered with such quips as:

"The aquarium is too expensive"

"I saw a really fat squirrel here"

etc.

If you don't know Kevin, he's an actor, and if you saw Kevin in that Irish show he performed, "Scenes From the Big Picture" showing a teeming portrait of Belfast life then you are lucky, because you saw the Washington Posts 3rd best of 2007 Theater performance.

Brrr!

This is the temp outside.
Feels like -10.
This sucks.

Hooray Weekend and Hooray Beer!

The weekend starts early tomorrow and the adventures will include one young Kevin, who will be here visiting. We'll start the festivities with a hockey game tomorrow night and the first of what will be many, many beers. I'll keep you posted -- I can do that now that I got a new cell phone with a QWERTY keyboard. Here she is in all her glory.

And she better be pretty effing glorious, considering the time we spent at Best Buy yesterday. They should have put us on the payroll; they pay time and a half on holidays apparently.

How Our Christmas Went

Sorry it's been so long since the last update -- I was sick as a dog this past weekend and Jim took mighty good care of me.
Here is the picture essay from our schmancy trip to Boston for Christmas.
Jim looks like a serious bouncer in this picture, outside the Parker House where we stayed on Christmas Eve.


You'd think I'd never seen room service, as excited as I am here. Most everywhere in Boston was closed on Christmas Eve, hence the room service. It was delicious, by the by.






Presents! I love presents!!!!





Here I am in the Public Gardens, with the statue from Make Way For Ducklings, a great book that takes place in Boston. Note mama duck and all her babies on their way through the park. There was a line to have my picture taken with the statue, if you can imagine. And no, I didn't knock any kids out of the way to get in front of said line. I wasn't the only adult there either.

After this, we went to late lunch/early dinner at Beacon Hill Bistro, where I had amazing fish and seafood and Jim had lamb that he raved about. After one last drink at the Parker House, it was into a cab and back to our real lives in Medford. Such fantasies aren't meant to last and even Cinderella had to face reality at midnight.

Christmas Wrapping

Here's a great Christmas song from 1981 by The Waitresses. You may want to fast-forward through the first 45 seconds or so until the lyrics start (here are the lyrics for those of you keeping score at home). And yes, the BloodKillerDeathMan likes The Waitresses.

Where's Boston?

The forecast was for a dusting and so far, we have about 5" today. I know you all are gonna get sick of all these weather-related posts as though this blog were some sort of weather.com outpost on these here interwebs, but I can't get over all this snow.
This is the view out my office window. Normally, what's on the other side of the Mystic River is Boston -- the Prudential Building is like my personal North Star.
When I looked out today, I saw a whole lot of nothing. Then it got dark at 4:00, as it is wont to do this far north.
Now the drinking commences.
Note: it's 9:00 and still snowing. Is this normal?

How We Will Spend Christmas

We decided not to go anywhere for Christmas this year, so I made a plan for some real Boston fun. We have reservations for Christmas Eve night at the Parker House, home of (you guessed it) the Parker House roll and also the Boston Cream Pie. Malcolm X worked there and JFK was a huge fan. It is consummately Boston.
On Christmas Day, we're having what promises to be an amazing 5-course, prix fixe dinner at the Beacon Hill Bistro, about which the Boston Globe had this to say:
"The food and feel of the restaurant are like a soft but seductive melody, insinuating itself into your memory, calling you back."
I can't wait.
We'll let you know how it goes.

Season Tidings to all in the Airline Industry

Disclaimer: If you're a MOM, you shouldn't read this!

In the spirit of this special season of crowds, foul weather, cursing, and the most time-honored of travel traditions - getting our rights and personages violated - I have ordered myself a few special x-mas gifts! Make your own bumper stickers from www.makestickers.com! But seriously, I am really tired of the airport theater and I will not tolerate this shit anymore.



Delta airlines will always have a special place in the hell of my heart for their inhumane and classless treatment of Laura and I during her recent family crisis. That's why I ordered TEN of these.




There are a million stories about the bullshit violation of rights, so I will spare you ours (and C.T.s). But I felt this was quite appropriate. (Only got 5 of these)




I just thought this one was kind of cute! Hey, 'tis the season to get fucked... by the TSA. I ordered 5 of these.




Laura asked me to lay off the profanity, so whatever...I got five of these babies!


And the best part is: I ain't even bullshittin'.

Snow!

This is what it looks like outside our apartment. It started snowing at 12:30 and hasn't let up. As of now (6:00), it looks like about 8" have fallen. It's beautiful, but also treacherous. Jim is still out on his way home and I have admit, I'm a little worried about him, Colorado snow-driving experience and all. I got out of work and walked home as usual. Days like this make me especially grateful to live so close to the office.
It's supposed to stop around 9:00 and the predictions of 6"-12" look spot on right now. I don't think I've ever seen this much snow fall at one time.
Oh, apparently there's another storm heading our way late Saturday/early Sunday. Living in New England is an entirely new experience for a girl like me.

Open Remarks to the Red Sox Nation

You all are effing nuts. Effing crazy. Effing insane. Laura dragged my butt out of bed at 9:30am (okay, that's not that early, but still) to log into the Red Sox website because tickets went on sale at 10:00am.

Me in my kerchief, and her in her cap, sat at the terminals all effing day. We waited in their "virtual waiting room," which refreshes every 30 seconds and tells you if you have been randomly selected from the millions to be one of the privileged few (the audacity!) to be allowed to buy tickets. all effing day. Finally, at 6:30pm (and after some technology trickery...) we got standing room only tickets for a Saturday game and awful bleacher tickets for a Tuesday game, both at ridiculous prices.

I will say it a final time. You are all fucking nuts.

A picture is worth a thousand words...

...at least, that's what they say. A lot has transpired since our last post, so here are some pictures to help explain.





MA drivers licenses








Laura and my Father, Faneuil Hall








Thanksgiving with Laura's family in Wilmington, NC






drinks...


...with C.T. and Sam (and Petey and Lulu-Belle)
















Woodie's final resting place














Back to Boston...









... for coffee, and drinks










with Sally & Rob