Leftovers

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If you judge the quality of a party based on the amount of trash it generates, then I’d say Saturday night was a total success.

Snow

It’s snowing in Boston today. Just a dusting, I think. But enough to make me brush off the windshield of my car.

I bet people on the roads are going to be idiots on the drive home.

Communing with Kerouac

I went to Lowell with a friend this weekend to see Kerouac’s grave and partake in the annual Jack Kerouac Pub crawl. This year is the 50th anniversary of the publication of On The Road. Lowell is Kerouac’s hometown, so every summer the city does something in appreciation.This year, the On The Road scroll is being displayed in Lowell for the summer. I didn’t make it to the scroll this time, but I did make it to Kerouac’s grave and a few of his old haunts.

I was surprised at how modest Kerouac’s marker is. I wasn’t expecting some giant monument with a type writer etched into it, but I wasn’t expecting such a modest marker either. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made, though. There was something very pleasing about the fact that it’s just a flat marker with the phrase “He honored life” inscribed on it. Rest well, Jack.

Cricket is easy

Last night I played 24 games of cricket. I lost none of them, which can only mean I am the dart king of northern Illinois.

The machine at the pub was new and shiny. The people there played more versions of cricket than I’d ever heard about. Fortunately, each one was easy to pick up. Cut throat cricket, quick cricket, double only cricket, low ball cricket – I won each game. Not only did I close numbers, I won with points too.

I paid for one drink and one round of darts all night.

By the end of the night people were surrounding me and admiring my dart throwing prowess.

Occasionally, I’d hand out pieces of dart wisdom: If the plastic point is bent, don’t worry about making the dart stick, I’d say. Or: Working around the dartboard is a lot like a lot like tying your shoe laces.

I don’t what that means, but I seem to remember the other dart players taking copious notes.

A more sober friend sent me a brief transcript of my exploits and more quotable moments this morning.

Earlier this week, I played on a miserable board at a different bar and still didn’t lose.

Maybe the competition is a little better in other bars or in other parts of the country, but that doesn’t worry me. I still win more than I lose.

To all dart players: You’re on notice. Fear the finesse of my flawless delivery and pinpoint accuracy.

Yes, I’ll play you for beers.

You’ve been warned.

Next week, I’m going to take up shuffle puck and competitive macrame. Watch out!

SBO and Bratwurst

Two quick things:

1. SEO really is SBO when you do it for seven and a half straight hours — especially when it’s more than two days in a row because you have to get a project done by a Monday deadline.

2. The combination of three hot dogs, two brats and seven beers does not make for a happy stomach. Although, how does anyone, anywhere ever pass up a cold Old Style? G. Heilman Brewing company does not accept excuses.

Tonight is my brother’s birthday. Later tonight, I’ll be seeing some old friends. Tomorrow morning, Golf.

If I didn’t have work hanging over my head, life would be good.