{"id":539,"date":"2006-04-03T09:36:16","date_gmt":"2006-04-03T13:36:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/04\/03\/at-least-he-can-admit-he-has-a-problem\/"},"modified":"2006-04-03T09:36:16","modified_gmt":"2006-04-03T13:36:16","slug":"at-least-he-can-admit-he-has-a-problem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/04\/03\/at-least-he-can-admit-he-has-a-problem\/","title":{"rendered":"At Least He Can Admit He Has a Problem"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I got together with Mike and one of his best friends, Justin, on Saturday. They picked me up in the early afternoon and we headed down to Newbury Street for lunch. We settled on Sonsie (which I’d never been to, believe it or not). I had a yummy pie-shaped wedge of quiche the size of Nebraska that came with home fries and salad (real men DO eat quiche, dammit). Mike and Justin had simple salads (I’m such a pig).<\/P>
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As we were leaving the restaurant, we managed to walk by a red-faced young man saying the following into his cell phone: “So, I fucked up yet another relationship because of my drinking.”<\/P>
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The three of us burst into hysterics. I mean, I suppose I should feel sorry for this apparent alcoholic. At least he’s admitting he has a problem. But did he need to be having this conversation on one of Boston’s busiest pedestrian streets? Meanwhile, Justin nearly turned back to hang out with this guy because he thought the guy sounded like he knew how to have a good time.<\/P>
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That night (Saturday) I went back to Mike’s place for dinner, DVD (Elizabeth) and rest. On Sunday, I got to meet his Mom and we went out for breakfast at Flour. The rest of the day was a hazy, lazy blur of reading and napping (something I rarely do). It was a gorgeous sunny day yet Mike and I spent the entire day inside his condo. <\/P>
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And that was essentially my weekend. OH! – and my HIV test came back negative (as I suspected it would). YAY!<\/P>
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