Designated driver

I decided to go out last night with the housemate the Philosopher, and his friend Pablo, as they invited me to tag along with them to unwind. But since I don't really drink, I was really voluteering to be the designated driver.

First we headed over to the B Side Lounge in Cambridge. Then we headed to downtown Boston, since the Philosopher wanted to go to Whiskey Park. Pablo took us over to M. J. O'Connors for a quick refill stop--it's a nice Irish pub (at least the interior), and it's also affiliated with the Green Briar (not sure if they have the same owners), just like Temple Bar is somehow linked to Grafton Street. (Ha I suppose a bar might be a better money-maker than a boba shop.) Anyways, after we left M. J. O'Connors (where Pablo introduced us to one of his friends, who apparently had been a poli sci major and was somewhat interested in political theory/philosophy), he steered us away from Whiskey Park (too bad! maybe I can convince the Philosopher to go some other time), and since I had suggested Sonsie to the Philosopher, we tried to find out what time it closes on Saturday/Sunday morning. The Philosopher caught a cab and asked the driver; the driver said 1. So no Sonsie.

We went to the Rattlesnake on Boylston for [their] final rounds. What to think of it all? I'm not sure, except that drinking in a bar is a rather expensive pastime and not one that I'm likely to indulge in given my Asian flush response. Apparently, according to the Philosopher and Pablo there are two bars where Asians frequent--locales with a lot of Asian 'pulchritude'--so I maybe I'll volunteer to be the designated driver again if they go there some weekend.

haha last night after I got back, when I started the post I couldn't think of the name. I knew it was a reptile, but could only think of 'Gator.