The Pink Shoe Diaries

well, still waiting for my pictures from sunday...there was a slight miscommunication invilving the definition of "one hour photo". c'est la vie.

so instead, i present you with an interlude from last night:::::

i was at fenway last night, waiting for a game to start that would inevitable be rained out, when i happened upon a group of dude-f*cks hanging out by the atm. you know the type: white hats, grating boston accents, beer in hand. anywho, one of these gentlemen had his poncho on so that only one eye was poking out. he was carousing around like this, making some noise. i had no idea who he might be imitating...his buddies however, proved to be more sharp than I when he said

"Dude, fuckin who do you think you are? Fuckin Polyphemus?"

You really have to love a guy who can't utter a sentence without littering it with F bombs, but is familiar enough with Homeric characters to think of not only a cyclops but Polyphemus in particular, when his drunk friend is running around with a misplaced poncho on his head.