"Hey, somebody get Pork Fried Rice out of the way."

So, going to concerts in Boston is fun. Especially when you miss the last train of the night.

Schroeder and I went to see Jack's Mannequin at the House of Blues on Friday night. The funny thing is, we're retarded. First, getting there, we took the wrong train. So we got off and proceeded to walk there. Which wasn't bad at all. When we got there, we decided to get some drinks first. (of course.)

When we got to the actual House of Blues, we took a tour of the place. We walked by the bar and both said "oh good, here is the bar." Throughout the night, that was our meeting place after we would go pee. You know it's a Jen and Schroeder night when our meeting place is the bar. But that's pretty much everywhere we go.

Anyway, we couldn't really see all that well during the show, (I told Schroeder numerous times to "PUT ME ON YOUR SHOULDERS!") which he never did. But we still had fun. We yelled, screamed, sung, and danced. Schroeder did the Carlton dance at one point while we were walking around. If no one is familiar with this dance, it goes like this:

But not as good as that.

So after the show got out, we saw that it was 11:45. We knew all night that the trains stopped running at 12:50. So, we said to ourselves, "hey, let's get another drink." So we did, and we went to this bar/club where people were dancing and there was a DJ and the music was hella loud. And instead of dancing like normal people do, we sat at the bar and I screamed about work. And before you know it, it's 12:30. Long story short, only made it back half way. Took a cab the rest of the way. I don't really like cabs, there's just something about having a complete stranger drive you somewhere. But whatever, he was a better driver than anyone in the Kaz family.

So anyway. The Superbowl happened. There is just something about me and football that don't get along. It doesn't understand me, and I don't understand it. I don't understand why all of these men weigh 200 lbs and up, and they stuff themselves into these spandex outfits. To make matters worse, they have EVERY GODDAMNED PLAY in slow motion. No, not slow motion, SUPER slow motion. Where you can see every jiggle. EVERY. JIGGLE. You'd honestly think they'd have more reasonable uniforms. AND, it's boring! Half the time they are just standing around! But anyway, the Superbowl party was fun. You know, my sister fell asleep half way through, Franklin flipped out because the Giants won, I heard a 3 year old say the phrase "Oh, SHIT!" I saw a kid run into the slider door because he thought it was open. You know, the usual.

Lessons learned: Don't go out for beers when you have less than an hour to ride two trains. Don't make fun of Asian people when they are standing directly in front of you. You'll never be tall enough to see clearly at a concert. Don't stand too close to your best friend while he is doing the "Carlton", because he will come THIS CLOSE to punching you square in the face.

-Jenny