I have begun to understand the meaning of "weekends" to the worker bee. In college, it is just like any other day, filled with sleeping in, hanging out in your pajamas, and not going to class, with the wonderous addition of brunch until 2pm. In the "real world," it is your salvation.
I'm planning to take a bartending class this weekend, which is apparently the equivalent of a vegetarian taking a butchering class (analogies by Rachel). I may be the only non-drinker in attendance - a not entirely unawkward social experiment. Afterward, my roommate, coworker and I am going to go to watch KC and the Sunshine Band, who are the originators of such classic hits as "Shake Your Booty," "Get down Tonight" and "That's the way I like It," songs that I have in my music list as written by "80s Music" Sorry KC (+ band.) Then, afterward, there is a Noogler party at "Revolution," self-described as Boston's sexiest rock bar (I only put 'sexiest' in italics because that is what they put on the website, alongside a half-naked women lolling on a motorcycle).
Updates are forthcoming.
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