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This morning I gave in to an addiction I'd stamped out months ago: Brueggers Bagels. There was a time that I bought one nearly every morning. Everything bagel with cream cheese. Carb + fat sandwich. Delicious and irresistable. Guilty pleasure x8. But I'd stopped all that around the same time I started eating egg whites and fiber cereal every morning (which I haven't done in a while) and waking up at 6am to go to the gym (also been a while.) Then today, in the midst of rushing for the train, I gave in and made a quick stop. The old man working was the same old man who used to be there every morning and who I sometimes see hanging out around the old man bar down the street. He's constantly gruff and practically has "true bostonian" written across his forehead.

As he was preparing my bagel, he seems to recognize me. I figured it was because of my past addiction coupled with the fact that I walk by the place 2+ times a day. I hoped that he realized that I had broken my bagel addiction and was now just casually visiting. I prayed that my Brueggers abstinence impressed him. That my restraint inspired him.

No such luck.

"You work at Good Vibrations?" he growled as he run up my bagel and tropicana.

"no."

He grunted and handed me back my debit card.

Good Vibrations.. Good Vibrations.. hmmm.. THE BROOKLINE PORN STORE?!?!?!

Why was this an appropriate question to ask me at 8:30am and how often is Old Man Bagels visiting GV?? AGHHHH!!!


The last few days have been extremely packed with extreme living. Friday I gave a fairly embarassing performance of Mr. Wendall at the Courtside.. when I realized that I was losing my audience (you know, my adoring fans,) I claimed Mr. Wendall was in fact my father. That won them back at least a little bit. I think.

Saturday I had my usual Saturday dinner at Laura's with Heather and Teresa and then Dj'd half the night at The Plan. After that we ran down for the second half of Happy Endings, danced, drank and were merry.

This Friday Caitlin's having a girl sleepover. That means a lot of gossiping, makeuping and eating lots of junk food.. sorta like when we were kids except I won't go home crying or something. Or maybe I will! You never know!