Pancakes Anybody? Then Come to Boston!

I had such a blast last night. Once again, I got together with my friend, Jen. She arrived shortly after 6PM (after snarfing a parking spot in our secret location). We chatted for a while about life, love (or lack thereof) and work (by the way, she’s looking for an administrative job so if anybody out there knows of any openings in the Boston area, let me know!)

We ended up going to dinner at the Boston Beer Works where I did what I always do: overdose on appetizers so that I’m unable to eat even a quarter of my meal. We started off sharing an enormous spinach and artichoke dip so that when my actual meal arrived, I barely made a dent in the chicken, ate only a few broccoli florets and took, perhaps, 3 fork-fulls of mashed potato.

During the appetizer, our table was rather isolated so we talked about anything that popped into our heads. For some reason, it seems sex was on our minds and the conversation revolved a lot around sex (or the lack therof). Unfortunately, this talk continued as a group of women was seated at the table next to us. By the time their drinks and appertizers arrived, I fear they were overhearing us talk quite openly about everything from “hot karl’s” and “dirty sanchez’s” to anal warts and syphillis*. Meanwhile, Jen and I were practically in tears laughing.

I ended up bringing home the remaining 3/4 of my meal and putting it in the fridge for lunch today. Then Jen and I logged onto the computer to play around with For about 45 minutes we just looked up definitions and laughed hysterically (now I finally know what tossing the salad means). She had tears running down her face again and my head was KILLING from laughing so hard.

Ah – good times. So wholesome.

Oh, and then I freakin’ forgot to bring the left-overs to work for lunch today! ARGH!


*and, for the record, neither of us has either of those STD’s…and neither of us has ever partaken in hot karl’s or dirty sanchez’s. And, if you know what’s good for you, you will not look up “Boston Pancake” on that site. Seriously – don’t do it.


  1. Comment by Lise on September 15, 2006 11:35 am

    Darn. I thought the title referred to the IHop finally coming to Harvard Square.

  2. Comment by karyn on September 15, 2006 12:47 pm

    well come on now, you KNOW people are going to look it up once you say “don’t do it”…

  3. Comment by Karl on September 15, 2006 5:23 pm

    He he. guilty.

    So did you find out what it meant?

  4. Comment by Dave in Chicago (2) on September 15, 2006 9:27 pm

    You should stop doing that, it’s just not sanitary.

  5. Comment by Thom on September 17, 2006 7:25 pm

    So of course I look it up, and it’s pretty much as disgusting as I figured it would be.

    However, I am still laughing at the example sentence included in the definition. Worth the price of admission.

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