{"id":448,"date":"2004-09-05T17:02:09","date_gmt":"2004-09-05T21:02:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/09\/05\/time-for-a-trip-to-the-mechanic\/"},"modified":"2004-09-05T17:02:09","modified_gmt":"2004-09-05T21:02:09","slug":"time-for-a-trip-to-the-mechanic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/09\/05\/time-for-a-trip-to-the-mechanic\/","title":{"rendered":"Time for a Trip to the Mechanic"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a835'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><P>Matt and I went to Chinatown for dim sum this morning. For a change of scenery we went to Empire Garden, which is located in an old theatre. It had gorgeous high ceilings, chandeliers, murals on the ceiling&nbsp;and a grand&nbsp;marble staircase. Very opulent and spacious compared to other Chinatown restaurants. The dining room was the entire old theatre space and stage&nbsp;so it seats over 1,000 people&#8230;and it was packed (PACKED!). The staff was friendly, but the food didn&#8217;t arrive off the carts as hot as at our old favorite, China Pearl. But I still liked it and am willing to give them another shot.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Anyway, after dim sum, Matt returned home to care for Dusty (who is exhibiting some peculiar behavior &#8211; making Matt want to take her to the vet during the holiday weekend). I can&#8217;t imagine what he&#8217;d be like if Dusty was human.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>I ended up going to the Back Bay instead of returning right home. I walked around a bit and then went to Trader Joe&#8217;s. Apparently, there is is yet another Red Sox game taking place today because the outbound Green Line subway and Boylston Street were packed&nbsp;with men (and a few women) in Red sox shirts, shorts and caps.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>The strangest thing, though, is that nearly every single man looked gay to me*. They weren&#8217;t the stereotypical beer-bellied, poorly-dressed&nbsp;slob you knew and loved from the 1970&#8217;s. Nope, these were hunky types of all shapes and sizes. And, whether it&#8217;s because of the influence of&nbsp;Queer Eye for the Straight Guy or not, they were well-groomed, in&nbsp;great shape&nbsp;and frequently well-dressed (the exception being the ones in Red Sox attire).<\/P><br \/>\n<P>I know it wasn&#8217;t Gay Days at Fenway so I&#8217;m assuming they all must have been straight and that my Gaydar has just gone kaput. I would have thought it would have lasted longer. I mean, I&#8217;ve only been using it for 10 years or so. Is there a warranty? Where do I go to get it fixed? Palm Springs? Key West? The Ballet?<\/P><br \/>\n<P>&nbsp;<\/P><br \/>\n<P>*However, one tell-tale sign of male straightness that I observed Friday night (on the way to the Ramrod) is that, when under the influence of alcohol, you can always tell a straight guy because they yell. What is it with straight men (usually 18-30) who find it necessary to walk down a street late at night and just yell &#8220;YEAH&#8221; at the top of their lungs? Is it a mating ritual? And one yell is always followed by others. Can anybody explain this phenomenon?<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Matt and I went to Chinatown for dim sum this morning. For a change of scenery we went to Empire Garden, which is located in an old theatre. It had gorgeous high ceilings, chandeliers, murals on the ceiling&nbsp;and a grand&nbsp;marble staircase. Very opulent and spacious compared to other Chinatown restaurants. 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