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Powell’s had this book for an incredibly low price, so I picked it up on a whim over the summer. Nathan read it first, and then we found out it was being made into a movie featuring Johnny Depp and Aaron Eckhart. That was enough motivation for me, so I breezed through it in a matter of days. It was a quick, easy read and it was highly entertaining.
The movie was a little different, and not the best adaptation of a book ever, but if you need something to pass the time, this book’s not a bad way to go. I feel like I should probably read something else by Hunter S. Thompson that more accurately represents the gonzo journalism he was so well known for.
So, I guess this technically counts… but only technically.
While I was in Boston (and, therefore, geographically, in New England) I stopped by the Asgard pub with some friends. The Asgard bills itself as an “Irish” pub (though its decorations are definitely Norse… details…) but is nothing at all like an actual Irish pub. Their food is mediocre and their beer selection pitiful, but they happen to offer a good deal on wings on Tuesdays. This deal happens to attract many of my male friends, so while I was hanging out with them, I decided to knock this off my list. It wasn’t anything terribly exciting, but I got it done, right?
I took a short trip out to Boston in September, and while I was back there I popped on down to New York City for a couple of days with my friend Zoe.
The weekend mostly involved us shopping and eating and bumming around the city. We walked the High Line (where I had the best popsicle I’ve ever eaten - golden plum and cinnamon), had the greatest burritos ever in Brooklyn, and got a red velvet twinkie sundae at Brooklyn’s Farmacy soda fountain.
Not going to lie, the exhibit I went to see kind of sucked. It was all avant-gaarde sculpture pieces. There was a chair embedded in a concrete block and apparently it was significant that the chair was facing the wall. I normally like and “get” modern art, but this time around, I left scratching my head. Fortunately, admission is free for people with MIT ID cards (yes, I totally kept mine), it’s in a super amazing building and they have a really awesome gift shop.
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