Today is a wicked big day in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. It’s the Boston Marathon!
Marathon Monday is the kind of wicked awesome day where you wake up, grab your coffee from Dunkies, stop at the packie for a six-pack of Sam Adams which you plan on brown-bagging, then head to the city so you can watch the race. It’s wicked fun.
I’m stuck in New York City so I won’t be watching the marathon. I’d take the Fung Wah bus back to town but it got shut down because apparently it is wicked dangerous. Oh well!
Got me thinking . . . if I WERE to run the Boston Marathon, which Boston hottie would I want to meet me at the finish line?
Would it be . . . .
His brother Donnie?
It’s a wicked tough decision! All I know is I would want to jump in the Charles River afterwards because I love that dirty water! Yeah I said it.