lauralh | roke till you drop

Went to Beacon Hill Pub last night. God that place is a madhouse. Even at the best of times the people there are, shall we say, interesting, but last night there were so many characters, from the skinny no-front-toothed dude singing "Lady In Red", the black guy singing "Better Man" as well as Hootie & the Blowfish, the elementary school teachers getting smashed out their skulls, but the Pacific Islander guy, Henri, bigger than

asabass who sang "The Phantom of the Opera" sticks out the most in my mind. I sort of lost my voice in the middle of "Love Is a Battlefield" but almost regained it in time for "Out Of Touch."

Today we slept in then went to Trader Joe's to pick up some snacks and cheese and prosciutto. I love the Iberico cheese they sell there, and the TJ brand snacks that are fancy but cheap. Tonight promises to be quiet; maybe I'll catch up with Dexter or that Vampire show with Anna Paquin. Also, I'm trying to recompile my Linux kernel but there's so many new options that weren't around when I last did this that my head is spinning.