Saturday, October 29, 2005

Friday night

After mojitos and grilled fish in Saugus, we headed home. Speed Racer flew along Route 16 (the Road With 1000 Names), windows open in spite of the the cold. Shostakovich's Ninth was cranking on the radio when we hit Everett. "Just like old times," Pablo commented. This led to a bout near hysterical laughter.

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