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by Michael Diskin |
October 17, 2008
It’s
a gorgeous Saturday night and I have absolutely nothing to do. Normally
I wouldn’t care, but, as we all know, the town clown has a job to do.
The villagers must be entertained. I’m expected to eat something foul,
drink way too much, or end up reflecting on life in a place I’d most
likely rather not be. Hmm ... I suppose I could just write about
staying in, but I’ve done that before and quite honestly, it sucked the
first time around.
I think I want the night off. If this were a sexual
relationship, it would hardly be considered fair. I’m always doing all
the work! Just once I’d like to lean back and watch you put on a show.
Have you entertain me for a change. So tonight, I’m going to make you
do just that. I’m going to take my laptop down to the Rose Kennedy
Greenway and I’m going to write about what you’re doing tonight. I’m
going to sit quietly on a bench with a fistful of $1 bills and let
Boston dance for me. C’mon, baby. Strut your stuff. Tonight, it’s my
turn to watch. ...
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