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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsThe Problem with One-Night Stands in Locked-Down Boston
Im sitting in a strange kitchen right now, in a posh two-bedroom condo in Charlestown, Mass., with sprawling views of the Boston skyline and the upper deck of I-93. My head is pounding. Ive already maxed out on the recommended daily intake of Advil, hung over from a long night of upending pint after pint of Guinness at the Warren Tavern down the roada legendary pub located in the former home of Revolutionary War hero Dr. Joseph Warren, where my dad has been bartending for the better part of 20 years.
My memory is a bit strained on the details, but I think it went something like this: As news broke of the an MIT police officer being gunned down, followed by a hot-pursuit car chase between the two suspects in Mondays bombing, I was bellied up to the Taverns rustic, centuries-old bar. I remember saying something like blarphgmchp out loud, which in my head sounded like Good lord friends, this week has really been a doozie, what? And thats when I got a text by a girl I know who lives up a cruelly steep hill from the bar. At 2 a.m. To come over.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of my brain, the little guy driving my core motor skills gave me just enough digital dexterity to reply with a sure. Shits hitting the fan, I thought. May as well.
(SNIP)
With a deadline to hit and a cell phone running on 8% battery, it quickly became clear that my plan to quietly slip out and return home to fulfill my work obligations would be a near impossible feat. I was trapped. And what was meant to be a discreet exit was now an agonizingly gratuitous small-scale walk of shame across the apartment from the bedroom to the bathroom. I paused in the living room to offer up an uncomfortable morning salutation to the roommate, who sat on the couch wearing a robe and a distinct who the hell is this guy? look on her face. Yup.
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