Sister had got me tickets to the Boston night for my birthday and to this day I regret missing it. Couldn’t score any pills, so a bottle of Goldschläger, an irish car bomb, a chicken shawarma, and some mad doobies doing the rounds at the warm up party got the better of me. Barely made the line and had to be taxi’d back home.
Friends and sis woke me up at about 3AM when they got back and introduced me to Domino’s “Burger Pizza” and I heard Northern Exposure East Coast for the very first time, Chicane, Little Bullet etc etc, so the night wasn’t entirely lost.
