My collection has its own zip code.
I would just like to step in and say that as a native of Roslindale, JP will always and forever be the cooler, funner neighborhood that I wish I grew up in.
Oh man, the Fiore's pesto seitan sandwich is a Hangover. Slayer.
When I lived in JP and saw a guy coming from a distance down the block, I liked to play the game "hipster or old man?". Because of similar tendencies towards high-water pants, schlumpy jackets, bad haircuts, big glassed, and poor posture, it can be super hard to tell, I almost always lost.
Tell them to come to Somerville, the JP of the North (or is JP the Somerville of the South?)
Love the colors..Still not feeling the Rosanna Danna hair.
What if you went to the school of hard knocks?
My prediction: Weed, Coke, Vodka and Red Wine go to the final four.
One time at the Double Down in New York, my group ran into Josh Hartnett and a group of his friends, they were all extremely nice and he posed for a picture with our one friend (it was her birthday) about halfway through the night and made it a point to wish her a happy birthday before he left. He was top notch but…
You leave Cry Baby and his lone tear out of this!
This hurts, people. We believed the Gordon-Moore marriage, it was brilliant, it was all we ever wanted from love and relationships. Finding out that they were unhappy like anybody else - that he was cheating like anybody else - was very painful. Celebrity marriages haven't looked the same since they split up.
Every time I'm reminded that the book Eat, Pray, Love exists, I die a little.