Last night involved beer and steamed frankfurters and bad ketchup bottles and Rover, the happy white sphere hot air balloon on the Common (no, we couldn't ride, because they'd put a ladder in the way) and singing Art Garfunkel at a guy in the Public Gardens who may or may not have been making out with himself on the Swan Boat dock ("No," laurenhat said, "I think he's a doctor and he's performing an examination on that woman, and that's why she's lying down on the bench now") and snitching towels from the Ritz-Carlton bathrooms and having to call violacat to confirm which animals we saw nearby would or would not eat eeka13 (S: "Cockroaches?" V: "...not gonna eat her." S: "Ducks?" V: "Not gonna eat her. The little sparrow thingies, though..." S: "Little sparrow thingies?" e: "AAAH GONNA EAT ME") and friendly junkies and an all-around good time and unless you were one of the people I just lj-namedropped above, you missed it so there.
Anyway. Coolidge Corner is showing Jaws on Monday at 7:30 PM. Sharks must be high on anybody's "AAAH GONNA EAT ME" list. There'll be a cuh-razy beach party-type thing at 6:00 first. We may go ballooning on the Common beforehand, since Rover will be here until Tuesday.