Showing posts with label mark parenteau. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mark parenteau. Show all posts

Monday, August 9, 2010

Mid Summer Update!

The North End is fun though. The free for all on Blackstone Street every Fri+Sat always delivers one way or another. Here we have a sign describing the product with such precise detail:
Also, over the summer there has been this woman in a bathing suit selling dogs on the Rose f. Kennedy Greenway:
Yep, That is Silent Mike K on his way to the SoWa open markets Food Truck festival. Quote of the Day "I'm like SoWa I'm drunk"

I went to Cape Cod, MA about a month ago which was spectacular. Spent the day with the girlfriend. We went to Provincetown, MA to start things off and it was "Bear week." That was awesome. I took some pictures, but I seemed to have lost them. so here is one I found off of google.com's image search:The next day we went to Chatham, MA and I found this incredible book:
That's me holding "A Passion for Sea Glass" for those who don't know, I (along with Austin Lemieux) am obsessed with sea glass, fools gold, and leather pouches.

Here's the old Cape Cod Coliseum in Yarmouth. Legendary punk rock bands like The Clash, the Ramones, and The Grateful Dead played here. Its some sort of warehouse now. I do realize the pictures sucks
and lastly for tonights entry I recently visited the Deluxe cafe in the South End, MA. Years ago I went on one of my first dates with an ex girlfriend there. It was totally in the honeymoon period where you are convinced that you will be together for eternity or some long stretch of time or something. We thought it would be really cute to do one of those "JF loves etc" things that people carve into trees. But carve it into a tree we did not. nope. Because I am a punk rock fan, I thought it would be fitting to find one of the punk rock records on the wall and write it on there. The Ramones record was chosen. My relationship with that particular person is much like the state of Dee Dee, Joey, and Johnny Ramone. As you can see here I made sure that everyone goes there knows that


you know that it is me writing that because you can recognize my disgusting thumbs. Now let me apologize to anyone that had to read "4 EVA." I hate "4 eva." i have no idea why I agreed to be a part of a ''4 eva" in the first place. Thats all for now. and as usual I don't apologize for the bad grammar (This post was made listening to "Washing Machine" by Sonic Youth, but not Diamond Sea

Monday, August 31, 2009

Saturday Highlights

Photo credits Marissa Rae Cornelison via Facebook.com

Mike "They call me McCuddy at the L St. Tavern" McCarthy talking to a couple about the 1987 Hartford Whalers season

Here's my friend Jeff. We have known each other for almost 10 years. No homo, but for whatever reason I gave him a condom once and wrote "Terror" on it (paying homage to the band of course).

Oh Look~There's me in the 1999 World Series Atlanta Braves Hat. For whatever reason I'm smiling, No idea why because I actually had a relatively sub par night. Also, it seems as if I am having a conversation with no one.


Lucky for me, unlucky for this girl. I was able to get this unknown glass of water to listen to my "blabber." God only knows what I was talking about. If I know myself right , and I do, it was about either the 2004 World Champion Red Sox, Green Day pre-nimrod, WBCN, The Chinese stock market, Aus-Rotten, The Rat, Abandoned subway tunnels, my ex girlfriend, the random Braves hat I was wearing, Mark Parenteau, Mike K, The Celtics/Dennis Johnson/Cedric Maxwell or myself. Either way, while I do give her credit for accepting the invitation to my Quincy room, Id still give this air heart of a person an overall personality rating of a 2 out of a possible 58.
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Here's my friend Sarah aka the other person wearing an Atlanta Braves hat. She actually is from Atlanta so it makes sense that she would wear an Atlanta Braves hat. At various points in my life I had Boston Braves hats, but not tonight. Regardless, she used to work at the local "Double Cheeseburger King" restaurant near my house and was actually the first person I ever gave a basketball card too. My point? I decided to retire that tired gimmick by way of giving her my box of no less than 359 various sports trading cards. She is moving to Austin, Texas, not the guitar player of my old band.

is it just me? or does this girl in the middle look like a more beautiful Chris Morgado? She is actually my neighbor, so I hope she doesn't see this. actually who cares?


Lastly, here's roughly 29.17 cases of Harpoon in a pool. "you gotta 21+ to get swim in the pool kiddo!"