So once upon a time there was a #Worcester baseball player and his last name was Friday and he used Rebecca Black's song "Friday" as his walkout song and he got an entire stadium full of people singing "Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday" every time they saw him and fuck that guy was the most successful slutty baseball guy ever.
Unrelated, but HAPPY #FRIDAY!
So my new little sports pub with the excellent pizza (you remember, the one where there was a Karen fight last week) is across the street from a #lesbian bar.
I think it's going to slowly turn into a #gay sports pub, because I have already seen several women come in, take a long look at the specimens of masculinity on display, turn around, and head across the street.
Well, "I have never seen two sixty year old women get in a literal bar fight over what songs are being played on the jukebox at the pub." is a sentence I can no longer honestly say!
I love #Worcester so much.
And here's one of Union Station for good measure.
Alright you little #transit weirdos, I happened across the #Boston and #Maine heritage unit, so here's your periodic dose of #train porn.
Dear The Weather,
Remember last year, when you spent all spring and summer being 80 degrees and sunny during the week and 50 and raining on the weekends?
Could you not, again?
Damply,
Jim
Cf. Lucky Star
12 track album
#GoodMorning from #Worcester where it is brilliant and sunny but 33F, which makes me think this is going to be another year where we go directly from annoyingly cold to uncomfortably hot, but such is New England. Changing over the rest of the wardrobe to #summer, regardless.
Speaking of, do I need a white linen jacket to wear to Newport and Saratoga? #Fashion #ILoveNewEngland
I am pleased to inform you that despite the sorry state of things, the #Amtrak cheese tray lives on.
AndThisIsMrsPeacock 🏳🌈