going to temple, but not that temple

Putting the final wraps on the weekend, and it was a good one at that. Friday started with getting Guster tickets in the mail. Although I've followed their music closely, I have not seen them live since the Goldfly days.


On Saturday, I went with the girlfriend back to Worcester to take her niece out for lunch and do some arts and crafts. I got her niece a Panera Bread gift card for Christmas, which would be used in a "spend-a-day-with-Auntie-and-Craig." Indeed, Saturday was that day. It's good to promote activities to babies, I've learned.  After lunch, we painted a clay pot in pink, purple and light green shades with her name on it. I'm sure it will find its way to her bureau.


Later that night, we met up with friends for beer towers at Roggie's,  a local watering hole. After a few drinks, a general consensus emerged: let's go dance. Although most of us were not in appropriate attire, it was deemed appropriate for where we were going. We ended up at Golden Temple in Washington Square. More or less, it's an Asian restaurant you can make a party. A parquet dance floor resembles a Bat Mitzvah floor deejayed via Siagel Productions. However, if a Bat Mitzvah was ever held at Golden Temple somebody really got crossed up. It would be a disaster. Nonetheless, we made the most of it and danced like fools for hours. There was definitely more laughs than awkward moments, but given the variety of characters it wasn't by much. After our final call, we departed and walked home with numerous tackles into Beacon Street's snowbanks accompanied by falling females. Everyone made it home safely.

It's Golden
Photo: Yelp

Now it's time to prepare for the work week and anxiously await the Super Bowl. For those who asked me about Hell Night, I'm going to try to get a reservation tomorrow. Burning your taste buds is not fun unless y'all are watching.


I hope everyone had a good weekend! Please no more snow.