And a Bánh Mì
In my last entry, my buddy CoB posted the following on FB:
What’s funny is that I got no less than three comments that day about my shirt while in Boston and regularly get a couple here and there in NYC.
It’s funny how certain things have a universality to them.
After we got up from our quickie nap, we got ourselves together and walked a few blocks to Boston’s Chinatown, where we first stopped off to get some soup dumplings…
…before we tried to crash a buncha older Chinese people playing cards.
Her: They’re playing Big Two!
Me: We should ask them if you can play.
Her: I’m down!
We ended up not doing that, although I do think it’d be hilarious if we actually did try to crash as the Firecracker plays to win.
I was still hungry though, of course, so we picked up some absolutely killer bahn mi’s from a local joint and some Thai iced tea and brought it all back to our hotel lobby…
…where we got some drinks at the bar and played some Scrabble.
The wild nights of Logan and The Firecracker know no bounds.
In any case, she won.
Like I said, she plays to win.
There was more but we can end this entry here.
Location: home, icing my ankled
Mood: irritated
Music: We were in love and lovin’ it (Spotify)
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