I rode the rails with you on Saturday night. I’m glad it was packed, and I’m glad everyone was getting home safe, but hey I have an idea. Next time, please don’t yell at the conductor who is driving your sloppy drunk ass home at 2 AM for sending out single car trains. It’s so clearly not her job to determine how many trains there are that I wish I could figure out a way to get you kicked out of BU, since you’re obviously incapable of comprehending complex thought.
Other than that, good job everyone. Keep packing these weekend trains so that we can have them forever. How did you get home before?
topic to write about: your new computer getting stolen off your front porch. voila! allston.
Hey don’t worry, I’ve lived in Allston long enough to know not to get any packages delivered to my house! But seriously people, don’t get packages delivered to your homes unless you have a locked entry or something they will get stolen.
Will you write about any customary or up-and-coming holiday events in Allston?
I will write about anything you rats want me to, give me more information about events you want me to write about! My customary holiday involves being a rat that lives inside your discarded rum and eggnog containers so I need some direction.
I’ve got some bogus news. My computing device has gone kaput. I can do minimal upkeep on my phone. I plan on getting a chromebook for now but it will be a little bit before I have it. In the meantime please forgive my radio silence. It was a long time coming, my computer is in a better place now, thank you for your condolences.
This evening is our triumphant return after one day away in NYC (we made it, folks), and marks our last Boston show for a minute. Come say hi and see us play as a four piece at Great Scott for the first and last time in forever.