The Palace was a regular stopping place for all sorts of folks going to and fro. People would hear about the Palace and drop in while en route to their destination. Parties ultimately ensued. Hangovers were an occupational hazard of living this lifestyle. Hangover cures were always in demand.
Revenge can be sweet if smelly.
I was embarrassed. The friend who had challenged me to create the list was aghast.
Over the next couple of months, my friends and I taught Sarah how to shop in the Haymarket from the pushcarts at closing time.
Winter on Beacon Hill was one long slip & slide down the slushy streets.
I couldn't see a future in which I acted like the responsible adult they expected. So the end.
" Wes, what's a 12 letter word for an idiot who endlessly natters on about uninteresting topics?"
It is pleasant to just for a moment, step back, and realize that some things have not yielded to either technology or years.
Bill insisted that he had thought of this one himself. He called it Corticimancy - telling the future from pieces of bark.
Money has done a perfectly excellent job of standing off a ways from me without encouragement.