This weekend I went up to Boston to get wrecked, mainly aiming for this dive bar named the tam. It is one of those cool dive bars that is definitely local, but it is located painfully close to the trendy area, in this case Boston's theater district. Anyways, 15 minutes after my bus stops I'm sipping a busch light draft and chatting about the giants with one of the locals. By beer number two I'm chatting with this guy mike who is waiting for some shady guy to deliver him an xbox, and his native bostonian buddy jerry who works the door there, obviously better than he can work floss. At beer number three my buddys show up and I start to think about number four when a giant red group of what looks like MIT's chapter of lamda lamda lamda pours past jerry into the bar.
The characters in this group are beyond description except for the top three
3. Skinny guy in full santa suit and clockwork orange eye-makeup
2. wide-bodied girl who is rocking a red outfit, but also has an illuminated menorah hanging around her neck like flava flav's clock
1. Dark haired girl with glasses rocking a beret that has been "be-dazzled" with a painlfully symmetric collection of buttons
One of the most normal looking people was way too intersted in talking with strangers so we asked him to describe this event. He said that these were a satellite group of the cacophony society creators of the burningman event. This particular group, he goes on to say, was participates in events that resemble in part fight club. He asks us if we have ever heard of palahniuk as if the dude was selling books out of the trunk of his car, and is convinced that we "might already be a member" of his organization just because we have watched the major motion picture.
Beer number five (and with a whiskey shot number one) watched this group of dweebs off to the next stop on their bar crawl. We went to the four seasons and stole a menu, a saucer, a fork, and a serving of creme brulee. (perhaps we are members)
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