If fraternities were to need a universal symbol for a sign the symbol would be the red plastic cup made by the Solo corporation. On Friday night some friends and I went out for a DOMC outing and we began the evening with the red cups filled to the brim with 75% vodka, 24% cranberry juice, and 1% crappy Limeade from Minutemaid. Upon bumping into our first friend for the evening at the St. Paul C line T stop she remarked “Where are you going’ with those red cups?”. Since we hadn’t planned a destination, just a journey we asked her opinion of where we should look for fun on a late winter Saturday night. Her suggestion based on the plastic cups was that we would fit in fine at a fraternity party. We considered the frat party route but changed course in favor of meeting up down at the Rattlesnake.

The T ride over was one of the new Kinki trains filled with drunk 14 year old girls. Quite a treat. But we then continued our journey through town. RF had a hankering for the Lennox where we debated who the singers were for the song “I would walk 500 miles…etc.” It turned out that it was the Proclaimers, two twins and not Midnight Oil. But we did manage to get a round of Guinness in. Then it was onwards to Central Square for a visit to the Cantab Lounge to see Little Joe Cook. I’m not sure if Little Joe Cook is the same guy who has been playing at the Cantab Lounge for as long as I can remember. I wonder if he is like Darrin from Bewitched or the Dr. from Dr. Who, replaceable by a new Little Joe Cook at any time provided he keeps yammering about his cheeseburgah’s and hamburgah’s and belting out James Brown tunes late into the evening. We made friends with a bunch of ladies who were taking photos of each other kissing. They were class of ’95 which in my state of mind made me think we had some kinship of common high school graduating class years until I realized that I didn’t graduate in the high school class of ’95 – I graduated in the college class of 1995. It’s tough getting older. We did some dancing and I took some pictures along with our friends. When I gave them the camera to look through they scrolled through the pictures including the ones of Madeline and Sarah at which point I let them know that the pretty baby in the pictures was mine. That made it much easier to dance since nobody had any false illusions of who anyone was. Out of nowhere came Lena, Sarah’s friend from work. She was out with some friends so we did some dancing as well and got a nice crazy picture.

We had to get some pizza a few doors down and I explored the streets while others were acquiring the pizza. On the streets I got into a nice conversation with someone standing in front of a supermarket shopping cart about the oddity of the bank advertisers on the cart. After a minute or so of conversing about the cart advertiser someone ran at top speed, grabbed the cart, and took off down the street. That was my cue to go get the pizza. After the pizza we took a tour of China town, had a nine dollar beer, and then ate some late night Korean food. A group of guys next to us were trying to explain that you could order “cold tea” and they would give you liquor. The genious – How could I live so long without knowing that. DK was falling asleep and kept apologizing for his lameness. We went home at about 3 AM and it put a dent in my regular routine of working out every Sunday.