I’ve been spending a lot of time hanging out at the local ice cream place. I killed a couple of hours there early Friday evening, shooting the shit with the folks that work there and a couple more hours yesterday, where one of the workers directed me to the site of her semi-nude photos. [!] I think I know everyone that works there by name now. In between these dairy discussions I spent a few hours grilling dogs and burgers for my Auburn Block club, where I met Scott Radke and his wife Sara and baby daughter, Bella. Scott is the dude responsible for most of the outdoor art that can be found in Tremont. On Saturday evening, after I warshed off the grill smell I went to another party which culminated in drunken truth-or-dare Jenga and street-licking. I thought I had a good dare “Pick two more dares”, but another partygoer came up with the dare “Knock over the Jenga tower.” Which, I believe, has now had its jersey retired. Knocking over the Jenga tower means you have to do 3 more dares. It seemed like everyone in the neighborhood was having a little get-together on Saturday. Even stumbling home at 2:15am I still ran into people I knew, stumbling in the opposite direction. That was a pretty cool feeling. Or maybe I was just drunk.