My brother came over to take me to dinner on Tuesday. As we were walking into Davis Square to go to Sagra (where I had a woefully-oily eggplant parmesan), we ran into a theatre chick who lives on my street. We all walked into the square together and had some pleasant conversation. Theatre chick mentioned that she’d been to a newish coffee-place called “Brewed Awakening”.
Bro: How was it?
Theatre Chick: It was adequate.
Leslie: There are three things I never want to be “adequate”: lovers, medication, and coffee.
There was a general agreement and then my brother, who is a validation rock star (he makes sure that the equipment for new drug lines works as it should so no one ends up dead) regaled us with some tales of horror* about different drug lines he’s worked on that make him never want to take certain drugs from certain companies. Blech.
*One of these tales involved maggots. All I could imagine was that part in So I Married an Axe Murderer when Mike Meyers freaks out because Nancy Travis talks about the different ways she could kill him and she says she could stick a needle in his ear and he’s all “there was a bug in your ear, but we got it out, but the bad news is, it was a female…”
Anyway, Happy Thursday, peeps.
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