Sausage Heaven

Yesterday was orribile (that's Italian for horrible). I spent all day trying to get a residential parking pass. First the lady at town hall told me a bogus address to go to. Then my iPhone rerouted me to the wrong place. Once I finally got to the right place (and parked), I waited in line FOREVER only to find out that my car needed to be registered in the state of Massachusetts. So in order to avoid trying to park again, I went back and got my bike to go to the RMV (registry of motor vehicles, aka hell on earth). Then they told me that I needed Mass insurance. So in order to accomplish something after a day of waste, I stopped at CVS for a trimmer (I was getting pretty shaggy). Still don't know what I am doing with my car. I think I will put my bike in it and just drive out of town until I find a spot and ride back. Dumb.

Anyways' today was my first day of Italian class. The teacher seems very nice and not too hard. There are 6 students other than myself, all of whom are young women (duh... I did pick Italian for a reason). On the way back, I got a flat tire and had to hike from bike shop to bike shop but finally got the problem fixed. I stopped at the local liquor store and picked up a six pack and just enjoyed a few of them with my roommates. The one girl next door is a hardcore 80's rock fanatic and bartender at the Hard Rock downtown. The girl down the hall just finished her studies in sculpture and her boyfriend is a GC employee and aspiring guitar player (has a gig at the end of the month).






















This was the highlight of my Monday: an Italian sausage via the street vendor downtown. Something like this will make you believe in a God.



















This is my personal favorite of the local streetwear shops. Dope Couture is soon to be selling right there on that rack on the right. The store is called Bodega. It is located on an off street with no signs and the windows are filled with old TP, soap, etc. When you walk in, it appears as if it is only a local Bodega, but to the right, what appears to be a soda machine is actually a hidden entrance to this store. Very cool idea, not only does it keep out the riff raff but it encourages word of mouth advertising. I mean hey, here I am blogging about this place. But seriously, it is clearly to most popular of its kind here in Boston (there were even people waiting outside before it opened, while the other stores were empty or nearly empty). Guerilla marketing 101.