At around 4:30 I was walking toward Phoenix Landing to meet Jay when I was hailed ("Hey fellow redhead!") by a trio of twenty-somethings, who turned out to be workers for the Red Cross. Since I didn't have to be there 'til 5:15, and the redhead (the stylish and vivaciously sexy Nia) was so beautiful, I spent the next half hour talking to them and listening to their pitch. It was quite fun, and they were a bit amazed at my recall (or prior knowledge) of all of their facts. I hated to let them down after all that, but obviously I do not have $10 a month to help out.
I got to Phoenix Landing, grabbed a table, and Jay walked in the door barely half a minute later - good timing! We ordered drinks and (half-price between 5-7 pm) appetizers. I had a Harpoon IPA and fried calamari and he had a shot of whiskey and a Sam Adams. We each had another round (and I had a kick-ass bacon & cheddar burger with amazing hand-cut fries) while we caught up on things, and around 6:30 Brian and Jay's friend Dave both walked in at the same time. Brian had a couple of Guinness, I had a 3rd IPA, and Jay & Dave racked up quite the bar tab, full of beers and whiskey shots. Our final bill came to $143 and change (my share was $27 before tip), and after misjudging the tip for our very cute waitress, Jay handed her another $20 before we all scattered. Dave had to catch the train back home to the Brockton area, Jay headed home, and Brian & I walked up the street to find another place for more beer. It was good to hang out with the guys and talk music, women, and other stuff.
We were going to go into Cantab Lounge, but I remembered that it has a lousy beer selection (though it's fun otherwise, with their live music stage and televisions), so we went to Tavern in the Square instead. It's a very nice place, wide and open, with big tvs everywhere, and a supremely attractive waitstaff. However, the central island where we sat, while being prime viewing area, was horribly uncomfortable, with no leg room, so I had to sit rather hunched at times. We each had a 23 ounce beer, and then decided to jump the T to Davis Square to see if either of our favorite bartenders was working at Joshua Tree. Neither hot girl was there, but there was plenty to see otherwise. We closed the place, and we got to enjoy the Miami Heat losing, dorks hitting on hotties, and a good beer I hadn't had before, Sam Adams Boston Brick Red. Good stuff! Anyway, we left to get to the T before the last trains were gone, but after we paid to go through the gate, the attendant informed us that we were too late, and upon inquiry, said she was unable to refund our money - WTF? We were going to hoof it to Alewife, but instead decided to take a cab, which was only 6 bucks, and spared us the indignity (and expense) of taking one later after most likely getting lost. Back to the garage, into my car, and a great drive home, accompanied once again by WZBC until I was out of range and then 89.7's late night jazz.
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