I woke up a little after nine hungry and dehydrated as a motherfucker. After pounding some water, Michelle and I headed to Ball Square Cafe. We tried to get there before the rush, yet our efforts were for naught. We waited outside for a spell, but that's okay: it was a sunny, albeit windy, morning. Owner man was nice and gave us some hot chocolate to warm our bellies. I ordered three chocolate chip and banana pancakes with whipped cream.
I am a little reluctant to admit this publicly since I love both the people and food at Marcy's Diner, but those pancakes, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the best flapjacks I have ever ever EVER had. Fuck, I hope Jolie and Murray don't find out.
We went back to Michelle's after breakfast, and I checked out her extensive book collection of supernatural eroticism. That lady sure does love her interspecies fucking! Scandalous!
I've just realized I used "fuck" in every paragraph thus far. I fucking rock!
My gracious hostess and I returned to Harvard Square to check out a cool, but cramped, comic book shop. I reckon it had been close to a year since I had stepped foot into one, which I find weird. I would go into Casablanca Comics religiously every Wednesday for the week's new books and now nothing. Leave it to six months of unemployment to make one reassess priorities. I also accompanied Michelle while she shopped for eyeglasses. From what I am told this is a fairly regular occurrence, but I hear all this looking around will soon pay off.
It's also at Harvard Square that juniorbot failed me. Michelle's phone was shitting the bed, and she asked me to see if there was a Verizon store nearby. According to the store locator, there was nary a Verizon vendor in all of Cambridge. This I found queer, but the internets don't lie, right? So of course we turn the corner, ad there's a dealer right there. I don't fault juniorbot; I place the blame squarely on Verizon and not her, but it still hurt.
Michelle accompanied me back to South Station. Sucker Punch Weekend was coming to an end. We hugged each other for a long time. This made me quite the fortunate fella, the lady being one of the finest huggers the world has ever produced. There were a few snags, but SPW was still a smashing success, though just the fact that I got to spend a bunch of quality time with one of my closest friends (and one I don't get to see nearly enough) makes it a fucking awesome time any way you slice it.
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