On some border...

I went to visit my good friend Christine for this New Year's Eve, so the night before we got to rock the suburbs outside Boston accompanied by Charlie. Since the suburbs can be kind of lame, we ended up going out to dinner and then watching a bunch of episodes of Pete and Pete, followed by some Tenacious D and finally Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey. So yeah, like I said, completely rockin night (oh, and we looked up Danny Tamberelli (little Pete) and the kids who were on some episode of Guts on facebook. No way are you living that down people)
Anyway, when we went out we were condemned to a 50 to 60 minute wait...(suburbs!) and forced to wander across the large road to the "mall," so called I suppose because of its 4 or so stores. But it did have a sporting goods store, and that made for some good times. We not only had a great photo op, but we got to hit each other with kickboxing equipment and buy "wacky carpets" (sheets of slippery plastic with no handles pour la neige, le sable, ou l'herbe!--meaning they think you can ride these things on snow, sand, or grass, instead of what I think, which is that you are gonna fuckin kill yourself if you try to ride them at all. But hey, what do you expect for 3.99)