If you came here today hoping for a recap of last nights New England Revolution – D.C. United match I am sorry to disappoint you. Instead of sitting in front of my laptop pecking away at said recap I am winging my way towards Boston where I will begin my big day out with a shave (the real kind- hot towel, straight razor, etc.) and haircut (pompadour) here. Professional grooming will be followed by a bite to eat in the Theater District (probably here) with a young lady of long acquaintance. The night will be capped at the Royale night club with a performance by the one and only Paul Weller.
Hearing that song live might kill me- in the best possible way.
There’s only one problem…
…I don’t know if it’s a date and it’s clearly WAY to late to ask now.
Welcome to my life.