Last Thursday morning, Matt and I are walking to the T-- a touch behind schedule, as usual, and neither too talkative until the last sip of coffee is gone from our respective to-go cups-- and he asks if we have any obligations for the weekend.
I am, of course, our calendar-keeper; I don't expect a guy to remember things like impending weddings, tier-two holidays, or other events we are committed to attending. And it seems, as of late, one of us has been dragging the other somewhere every weekend. But last Thursday, as I'm furiously pushing the button to get a "walk" signal and cross the street at Andrew Square, I shake my head with a smile.
"Nope," I say. Then I pause. "Actually. A barbecue tomorrow night at Jon and Ryan's."
And so our carefree weekend was exactly that; filled with friends and beers and snacks and fun. Also, you may notice these photos are a touch better than those I have posted in the past. I can thank my new Canon Rebel for that-- now, to just learn how to use it well. Stay tuned.
White chocolate dipped grapes. I'll explain later.
White chocolate dipped grapes. I'll explain later.
Begging. What else is new?
Then, said grapes in tow, we headed to a Southie BBQ on a roof.
Still can't get over the view from our friends' deck.
Snuck in one of my favorite:
But he caught me snapping and decided to do some "posing" for me. Thanks, babe.
More view. Couldn't help myself.
I asked Matt to take a picture of me. He quickly decided to start snapping away like paparazzi. Payback is a bitch. There are a lot of these, and I look increasingly ridiculous in each one.
WTF am I?
Sorry if you're subscribed to this garbage.
Then we went home to play flip cup (like adults) and my roommate climbed the tree in our front yard (also, like an adult.)
Sunday, we woke up hungover (surprise, surprise) with some serious hankering for pork buns from our friends at Mei Mei Street Kitchen. We sat around, drinking coffee and complaining about our headaches for a while, until we realized it was after 2PM and we were all swiftly becoming full fledged degenerates with our day. By the time we checked the interwebs and saw that Mei Mei is only in Brookline until 3 on Sundays, we had barely thirty minutes to get clear across town from Dorchester.
Always up for a challenge (and happening to be a Brookline native), my roommate Kurt took us on a fearless voyage to get to Cleveland Circle in record time.
During our trip I texted and tweeted at our friends to ensure they didn't leave and deny us of Sunday Snacks. They obliged, and we got our Pork Bun Sunday on with a smile and mere seconds to spare.
Pork bun, dry-fried asparagus and braised beef and rice balls...NOM.
The rest of Sunday, which the camera wisely stayed home from, included lots of drinks in the Seaport (although we cannot take ownership, we did see a $700 bar tab that included 37 Twisted Teas that our friends were a part of. They had been there since noon.), taking advantage of the beautiful day. As it continues to rain on this dreary Monday, I am happy this is how yesterday was spent:
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