95 Kilsyth Road, Apt 1, Brighton MA
THE PORCH
Fewer places could bring so much joy, so much happiness, so much drunkenness, so much everything and more. If you never experienced The Porch, well, I just feel sorry for you, it was like a stroll down the beach on a perfect summer evening with a beautiful sunset in the distance and that guy/girl that you love holding your hand, I'm guessing, that's never happened to me, I've witnessed others doing this as I've taken my dog for a walk at the same time and probably ruined their moment, but I could imagine what it would be like. Except instead of sunset it's sunrise, cause it's 5:30 in the morning and you are still cranking some classic rock and slamming down beers, you're drunk out of your mind, the fridge has only those random beers that no one knows whose they are or how long they have been there and you decide, yeah, maybe it's time to stumble to bed, except you are still up in Tollbooth Willie and you can't for the love of God get past that toll, and maybe that guy/girl that you love isn't there or maybe doesn't exist, but your best friends in the world are belting out some Van Halen with you, while the neighbors from upstairs or somewhere you can't even see them are yelling at you to shut up. But that's not even where the glory that is The Porch lies, it lies in the fact that at 5:30 in the afternoon the day before you went out there to have a couple drinks to pregame before you made your way out for the night, and that my friend became your night, and it was probably better than anything else you could have done that night and you loved every minute of it and didn't regret it at all. That was what The Porch was all about, The Porch didn't judge you, The Porch loved you and gave you that sense that things were going to be OK. Wow, I just got a little emotional there, I need to regroup myself, here watch a video:
95 Kilsyth had it fair share of everything, there were plenty of laughs, and yes while many of these were due to the gasleak that we were convinced that we had and the countless hours of watching Channel 8 due to said gasleak, which by the way just in case you aren't aware, there are no rules in a gasleak, there were plenty of other things that took place in our years there. Whenever I wasn't ranting and raving like a drunk lunatic at 3 in the morning for whatever reason, and yes typically it was due to failing miserably with some lady I was attempting to woo, but not always I often had other reasons but sometimes there was just no rational reason at all (and as a side note, if you for whatever reason have not had the pleasure of listening and watching one of my rants, you are missing out, I'm actually a little concerned about what is going to happen now that I'm going back to Needham, not sure who I'm gonna be able to rant to anymore, this could cause some issues as I may end up exploding due to not unleashing the rant within. Also, when I typically rant, usually there is a little bit of humor in it, as I don't really get angry, rarely do I ever get actually angry, very few people have really ever seen me angry, let's just say you wouldn't like me when I'm angry, I don't like me when I'm angry, please don't make me angry, but ranting Greg, for some reason people often find comical, even if I'm being completely serious about what I am saying, go figure.) Well, when I wasn't doing that I was busy breaking things, strangely you would have thought that I would break things while doing these rants, but no, I broke the couch early in the day on March 18th, 2012, while being hungover from St. Patrick's Day and a little depressed from striking out with the ladies I'm sure, I decided to sit on the arm of the couch as to not to disturb our resident couch guest at the time as we tried to understand what was going on in the movie which we had come across entitled "Cotton Comes to Harlem":
and snap, my fat ass was too much weight and the leg breaks. However being the quick witted SOBs that we are a rock would replace that leg for the next 4 months until the couch was replaced by me, cause I'm also a considerate fat ass SOB. Before I get into what else I broke, I need to discuss this movie first, Godfrey Cambridge as Gravedigger Jones and Raymond St. Jacques as Coffin Ed Johnson two cops only a mother could love, yes, that happened, not sure what else to say other than that Redd Foxx was also involved and it has it's own theme song, and life as we know it was never the same, anyways... That wasn't all I broke, yes one day I was opening the fridge cause once again I'm a fat ass an was looking for food and snap one of the shelves on the door broke, still not really sure how that happened and after a few attempts at fixing, it was done for, this too I did replace, cause once again I'm a considerate fat ass SOB, and the jackass property manager sucked and never got back to us about anything, the damn toilet was broken pretty much the whole time we lived there, they made one feeble attempt at fixing it that didn't work. There were plenty of things that I didn't break while at Kilsyth, I didn't break any hearts, I don't think, and there was other stuff that got broken that I had nothing to do with, I mean, when your roommate owns a sword and you have a bunch of drunken idiots around, chances are something is gonna break, but hey, if all that sword broke was a ceiling fan pull chain and poor Sam Adams, and maybe made some marks on the floor and the doorway, then I guess it wasn't too bad. I can tell you this though I never broke anything with my staff, you hear me, nothing. We had our share of injures and falls while at Kilsyth, I'm pretty sure I got a concussion one night, did I already mention that, I can't remember, and many people fell, in fact I recall one night in particular were a certain individual fell multiple times, and while granted the first one he may have been thrown through a table by a girl half his size which he probably deserved let's be honest, the other 2 were all on him. There wasn't always good times at Kilsyth, I know I got bitched out a few times while living there and I'm sure I bitched some people out myself. We lost some folks along the way, lost some jobs along the way, lost a dog along the way, but hey, at the end of the day things were pretty good. I would also quickly like the mention the mantel, which was filled with the most random stuff you could imagine, a lot of which came from Dollar Tree, and somehow it went from being as ridiculous as it was to even more ridiculous based on nothing that we even did, let me explain. Probably the nicest thing that was on the mantel was an autographed photo of Aaron Hernandez, granted he was wearing his old 85 in the picture, but still, a solid item for the mantel as compared to the other items, so then of course I'm sure everyone knows the story by now, and it's still playing out, but based on nothing we did, that item went from being the nicest thing on the mantel to being questionable as to if it should have even been up there anymore. Now, one thing that could have been better were the other people the lived in the building, now most weren't terrible, but with the exception of 2, none of them were all that cool or friendly in the 3 years, granted could we have maybe reached out and been more friendly, sure, but we were the ones with the kickass porch setup, so if they wanted into the club, they should have came to us.
Now, there are many things that were discovered while living at Kilsyth, which while they won't go away with us moving out, we would have probably never discovered them unless we lived there and with me moving to Needham, not going to be frequenting them quite as often. The Saturday morning trips to Dunkin Donuts, the Sunday brunches at Cityside, eggs, the random nights at Applebee's getting served by Cosmo or the girl who hated cantaloupes cause it sounded like antelope. Fast Eddie making us whatever we wanted always in 15 minutes and calling us his friends, Ana Lucia's which was not actually the name of the place, but we never bothered to actually figure out what it was called. Chansky's, not really sure how to even explain the magnificence of this place, it is called a Market, but it's more of a convenient store, but yet it had everything you could ever want, with the one exception of hard alcohol, but you know what they had, dry cleaning and woven baskets for some reason which I never did figure out, they have their own T-Shirts and are currently celebrating 100 years. And of course, while there were plenty of bars in the area, and we probably could have gone to all of them plenty of times, we always seemed to keep going back to the place where everyone knew our names, well maybe some of them did, ok well mostly we knew their names, but regardless, that was of course Harry's. Pretty sure there was a stretch where if I wasn't on The Porch, I was at Harry's, this was probably when I was unemployed, but hey, I was still getting paid, so it was all good. Many fun times spent there, and not to say I can't go back, but it'll be a longer walk back to Needham then to Kilsyth, and that just reminded me of the infamous night I got locked out of the apartment, well, I'm not gonna get into that one now, if you don't already know that one and want to know, just ask me.
Before I finish this post and the sun finally sets on Kilsyth and The Porch, I just want to take a little time and acknowledge those that made this all happen, my partners in crime, Matt Lacob, Mike Grace and Matt Giorgio, if you read this, DID IT! couldn't have done it without you fellas, thanks. Also want to thank anyone who ever came to our apartment or The Porch, for a party or just stopped in to say hi, or any reason you had to be there and were a part of the experience that was the last 3 years.
Now, before I'm done I would be remiss if I didn't mention two traditions that started at Kilsyth and shall continue on, or at least I hope they do, cause they should. The first of which I actually wasn't even involved with initially, but as a tribute to Matt Lacob who lived at Kilsyth longer than anyone, it seems fitting, and anyone that has been to a recent party of ours may know what you have to do if this song comes on, either on purpose, or just randomly:
Finally, and fittingly, a tradition that I helped start, unfortunately I have absolutely no recollection of this, possible cause I was way too drunk, or maybe cause I had a concussion or probably both, wait did I discuss this concussion thing earlier, still can't remember. Typically at the end of a party or long night of drinking, although sometimes just randomly during the middle of the party, whenever this song comes on the brooms and swiffers come out and it's time to do the Robot and clean.
Kilsyth!
Thanks for the memories!