Miniunions
Nick and Keven came to visit this weekend.  I haven't seen keven since moving out, so it was great to see him.  nick had been over recently but was his typical vibrant self so it was fun.
friday night we went with the broseffs (kickball guys are very into bromance.  its somewhat a satirical and somewhat genuine bro love)  to a hot pot place and got real real drunk on sake bombs.  from there we rolled on over to the kong, and instantly took over karaoke.  i've since been told i went up to a group of girls and invited them to come with, but accidentally frightened them.  they apparently didn't hear me and then i went and to invite them and got too close (and in hindsight wonder why i wasn't slapped).  anyways, at the kong i switched to waters and nick kept on to scorpion bowls.  some of the kickball girls showed up and i sang them a song (fuck her gently).  martha told me on sunday she was incredibly embarrassed... for me.   but i'm sure i had a great old time.  in fact i remember thinking i was clever (not because of the song content, but because i found a song that i knew all the words to.  crazy, i know).  when we went to go get keven, we were real drunk.  we got back to my house and he had a drink or two but mostly we were set to retire.
saturday we went on the harpoon brewery tour.  this was another excelent and nearly free drinking event.  we tasted most all of the beers harpoon makes and decided which ones we like (PUMPKIN!).  afterwards, we walked along the greenway - the parks the snake around the downtown area.  we went up to north end to get gelato and then headed home to make pina coladas.  we went for indian for dinner, met up with julia and stuffed ourselves.  this was unfortunate because it severely hurt our drinking desire.  we trudged around harvard square a number of times but didn't do much heavy drinking.
sunday we went to the kickball barbecue and then keven took off.  nick got to play some kickball when various teams forfeited.  my team lost in the second round.  whatever.  i always was in the semicompetitive awkward place with kickball, so its good i just was done.  we had to wait until all the games were done, and we were getting desperately sober.
we went to the bar and took care of that.  and, after nick left, i walked back to the bar and (i claim credit for) broke up a fight.  one guy made a really inappropriate comment about another guy (who is an ex marine and would have beat him up badly).  i happened to be kinda right there.  and i just made friends with the namecaller's friend and more or less was apologizing for everyone saying bad stuff to him when it was his friend was the one who was to blame.  he talked his friend out the door, then came back in for some reason (there was suddenly tons of testosterone and stupidity in the room.  i felt it too, but since everyone around me was easily 4" or more taller and broader, i wasn't going to be doing anything stupid).  he and i talked for a bit while he kinda calmed down and then i sorta convinced him to leave.  [in reality, i'm sure i'm misremembering my importance, but i certainly was peacemaking and also standing inbetween these angry giants]  mostly i consider myself a hero.
i had tried to spend as little money as possible (i'm tired of constantly being worried about making bill payments.  i had hoped to SAVE my money from this summer.  but its impossible to go out and not spend at least 20 or 30 bucks.  money just flows out of my pocket.  its really quite ridiculous.

on the book for this week.  another date.  operation "kill kenny" - for his birthday.  another advanced dancing class.  my last free weekend night in boston (TEARS).  and kellen's softball game and shenanigans