Another excellent weekend here in boston.

friday i mostly just stayed in and got 11 hours of sleep.  then saturday, i went to brighton to meet at fort kickass - one of the other team's house.  from there we drove down to plymouth (of the one with the rock).  we were going to cabbyshack- a place with famous clam chowdah.  we get there, and when we're waiting for our table, i did a typical darren stupid.  i'm just finishing my first "good guy" (lemonade, sweet tea vodka, iced tea) and i want to order something else.  so we're standing around a bunch of people eating at their tables and i start reading a menu.  i'm reading it for a good minute or two, when all of a sudden, i get the feeling i'm doing something wrong.  Of course i noticed that there was a couple at this table, but i didn't think about the fact that if i'm staring intently at the menu, i'm effectively staring intently at them.  the man catches my eye and says, "just take it".  right at that moment, a waitress comes over, obviously having seen me staring at this couple (seemingly) and she hands me a menu.  i go beet red while all my friends scold me for being so rude.  typical darren being 1 step off of appropriate, without malintent.  anyways, when we do sit and eat, it takes about an hour for everyone to get their order in.  insane.  but we were tossing back 'good guys', so it was fine.  the clam chowdah was infinitely filling and i was stuffed like a pig.  when the meal was over, the bill was over $500 for the 13 of us.  not cheap.  but it was great.  then we went to a crazy awesome cupcake place.  we walked to the beach - which was totally devoid of sand and then eventually headed back to boston.  we went directly to 'the kong'.  our second favorite karoake spot is hong kong in down town boston.  we were there just before 1.  5 hours at the kong.  i sang songs, danced with girls, got really trashed and lucked into a ride home from a sober person.  i am now at the point where getting numbers isn't an impossible task, its a realistic saturday night goal.  now i have to start calling these numbers - something I only recently realized was part of the process.  i had been getting the #s and being so content that i never called anyone.  stupid darren.
sunday, i woke up in the developing hangover state.  i knew i had a great day of fun drinking ahead of me, and i was dreading it.  gotta go though.  you're only yahtzee once.  so, i went to kegs and eggs, circumvented my hangover with beer, and was off and running.  kickball was fun, got on base 2 of 2 times.  we lost, but whatever.  next week is the last week of the season, which is sad.  but its been great fun.  and i'm sad i won't get to do it in the fall with my buddies.
on the menu for this week:  steph is coming to boston, and i'm excited to see her.  and i'm going to take a couple nights of this week off, to recharge my jets.  i may call the girl from saturday night to go dancing with me though.  haven't decided.