Photo courtesy of The Boston Globe

I was partaking in my favorite procrastination pasttime…surfing the web…when I came across this post in a blog sponsored by Boston.com/The Boston Globe. The hilarious thing about this article is not the content, but the comments that follow it. 

This is one of my favorites:

Well, Flynne, not everybody who reads the reporting in the Globe lives in Brookline…shocking, I know…so not all of us who have to deal with wild turkeys are doing so while walking around Coolidge Corner. So, those of us who do not live in Brookline (and there are QUITE a few of us…again, I know this is shocking) actually DO appreciate the “ingenious” garden hose suggestion.

Brookline is not the center of the universe. Imagine that.

There is some serious hatred of Brookline and Newton residents. I mean, I think Brookline and some of its residents are really annoying and self-righteous in many ways, but I don’t feel the hatred like some of these people. I do have to say, however, I found myself laughing more often than not. If you are a sensitive Brookline resident that can’t take a joke, then don’t read the comments. For everyone else, make sure you scroll down. It’s hilarious!

image courtesy of Obama for President website

…was controlled pandemonium. I know, contradiction in terms, but there is no other way to describe it. There was singing, screaming, crying, dancing, leaping in the streets, but not one window was broken, no one was beaten. I barely saw any cops. I hope you’re not surprised to hear that Cambridge is a Democratic stronghold, as is Boston, as is Massachusetts (despite our penchant for Republican governors).

The members of a finals club (Harvard’s version of a frat) all congregated on its building’s front steps and sang along with a projected recording of the Black National Anthem. THAT was a fascinating site…a bunch of white male teenagers belting “sing a song…” as loud as they could. Only in America.

Students jumped into the streets and congregated around the Newsstand. They dissipated just as fast. See? Controlled chaos.

I can’t describe my emotions right now. I go from insane laughter to tears in an instant. My heart is racing, and I’m not sure how much more it can handle. But I’m glad I’m in a blue state tonight. I’m glad Massachusetts didn’t let its bruised ego over the Hilary loss get in the way of doing the right thing. And I’m so glad that I participated in making this day happen.

Tomorrow is a new day.

The Lloyd Family Players. Photo courtesy of bos_lauren.

This weekend in Davis Square…I know, I’m biased…was the 3rd Annual Honk! Festival. Basically a ton of bands from all over the country turned the Square into a horn and percussion music festival. They are protest, grassroots, political bands who make people shake and stomp and clap as a form of protest, thus hopefully serving as a catalyst for change.

I happened upon this festival last year. I had been living in Somerville for all of two months and when I saw this transformation of Davis Square, I knew I had picked the perfect neighborhood to live. This year, I’m living even closer and so I had to stop by. This time I brought friends and now even more people are hooked. We walked up and down the street, letting the music draw us in. We danced with strangers and did some people watching for the ages. There are some serious characters that come out for this. Next year, I promise to give you a heads up, but reserve Columbus Day weekend 2009 now.

The lounge itself is very retro: very dark and with deep red accents. They serve lots of drinks in martini glasses. However, they do have a very modern HD projector and cable. At 10pm, the projector screen came down and everyone there turned their attention to the show. I have never enjoyed an episode more: in a vintage 60s dress sipping a gimlet sitting the bar.

So if you love “Mad Men” or have never seen it, experience it at this bar. I have to work tomorrow, so I’ll have to miss it, but you should definitely check it out and let me know what you think.

Talk to you soon!