Somewhere in Philadelphia there are two women on the loose. They are both sporting snug-fitting t-shirts that look like this.
It’s early yet, but there can be little doubt that these BooTrib cheerleaders are headed for trouble. Come midnight, or perhaps one o’clock, they may be sighted dancing on a pool table, or perhaps flashing taxicabs on a broad boulevard.
To avoid their suffering injury or ignominy, and to protect the moral sensibilities of the public, I am tempted to offer a reward to anyone who can locate the ‘BooTrib Twins’ and usher them home safely.
But, on second thought, I decided that would be a bad idea. After all, I may join them later.
So, have you ever woken up the next morning with deep regrets? Have you ever hung you head in shame when someone related the details of last night’s events…events you had forgotten?
Consider this a secular confessional.
who go out- with a lawyer on call, bail money at the ready, are lookin’ for mayhem.
Hope they find some- and hope the TV cameras catch the logo and web address during the perp walk.
word. You know what I’m talking about.
One word: Vegas
to stiff us with that ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ crap, are you?
BoobTrib ladies?
pretty much. Pass the jello shots…
I would tell you the details but I don’t remember much of the night. All I can muster is: I woke up in a different hotel with a different set of friends with a lot less clothing than when I left for the club at MGM Grand (Studio 54).
Young guys never know to keep their mouths shut. They always have to boast. Here’s a kleenex for your crocodile tears. Send them over to my house and I’ll feed them breakfast (another advanced technique young guys don’t know).
They’re not by any chance twins?
I ordered my t-shirt. I plan on wearing it in China.
Wow! I bet Chinese censors block BoomanTribune!
Do you know Other Lisa who posts here? She hosts a blog named The Paper Tiger, and goes to China almost every year. Her blog is listed in the right column.
Thanks for the tip Susan. I’ll check it out. Maybe she can tell me a good place to eat and to buy baby stuff.
In my drinking days, the last of which was in 1989, I had many of the blackouts to which you refer. As you say, there’s always some bastard with schadenfreude tendencies just itching to tell you everything that you did.
“there’s always some bastard with schadenfreude tendencies just itching to tell you everything that you did.”
Who needs to drink when there are others around to do it for you?
March & Rally
August 6, 2005-Atlanta, Georgia
40th Anniversary of the Voting Rights Act
March for Voting Rights, Jobs, Justice, & Peace
On August 6 2005, the 40th anniversary of the signing of the Voting Rights Act, the Rainbow/PUSH Coalition will hold a march and rally Atlanta, Georgia to commemorate the signing of the Act and to call attention to the threats facing minorities and the poor as key provisions of the Act come up for renewal in 2007.
8-10:00 a.m.
Assemble at the Richard B. Russell Federal Building,
75 Spring Street, Atlanta GA
9:30 a.m.
Pre-march program begins at 9:30 a.m. featuring
Dr. Joseph E. Lowery, Willie Nelson, and others.
10:00 a.m. March Begins
The route follows Martin Luther King, Jr. Drive to Herndon Stadium at 643 Martin Luther King, Jr. Drive, between Vine and Sunset, on the campus of Morris Brown College.
10:50 a.m. Rally Begins
Herndon Stadium provides a beautiful setting for a full day of inspiration, education, and entertainment.
Bleacher and lawn seating will be available. Blankets only on the lawn. No lawn chairs permitted.
Food and beverages will be available throughout the day.
No coolers or glass bottles permitted.
More info http://www.keepthevotealive.org/
Don’t link well sorry.
Hi Boo! Here’s my wild story on the streets of Philly:
I was a senior in college at LaSalle (in Philly, for you non-Philadelphians) when the Phillies won the world series over the KC Royals in ’80.
(This series was the source of endless debates when I met my future wife, from Kansas City, a year later, but that’s another tale.)
When the game ended, a mob of drunk college students poured out of the dorms and began swarming down Olney Avenue towards the Broad Street subway. A SEPTA bus was engulfed by the amoeba-like mob, which decided to try and turn it over (!) while the poor passengers pounded on the windows and mouthed “No! No!” to the crowd.
My roommates and I decided this scene looked like it was getting out of hand, so we got on the subway headed downtown. Philly’s finest were out in force on the trains, in their black leather trenchcoats and with the German shepherd dogs and nightsticks, dumping people’s beers out onto the floor of the train.
We arrived downtown and came up from the subway into a thronging sea of drunk people, drinking freely on the streets, sharing their beer with any who asked. After a while, we ended up having a disagreement over where to go and what to do. One roommate decided to get into a passing car of strangers and go party out in the suburbs; another went to South Philly; I wanted to stay downtown, and did so.
Eventually I passed out on a park bench somewhere. I woke up with a German shepherd breathing in my face. It was very quiet, and much colder. A policeman told me “Son, you better go home now; you look like you’ve had enough celebration.” It was shortly before dawn. I was now sober enough to determine that I was sleeping in Rittenhouse Square!
I ended up getting a coffee at an all-night 7-11 type place, watching the sun rise over Camden NJ, and staying downtown for the victory parade the next day.
Then I went back to the dorm and crashed for like 18 hours.
Blackouts? Shameful behavior? Waking up in another city? Waking up next to a stranger? Just a few of the reasons I got sober in 1981!
I love this site and all of archive!
You are a great webmaster
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