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Midnight snack

by Michael Diskin | April 07, 2008
THIS WEEK, I'm not going to tell you about what I did or where I went, because it really doesn't matter. The real story lies in what I did when I got home. No, this isn't going to be a sordid tale of post-bar sex or some over-the-top description...

Inventing the Irish

by Michael Diskin | March 25, 2008
WE IN Boston like to think we invented Irish. Irish-mob movies have been filmed here in town. We have a professional sports team whose name and branding are all about the green. And we host what is arguably the country’s best-known St. Patrick’s Day parade...

The Champagne Room

by Michael Diskin | February 06, 2008
SOMETIMES I'M asked a question for which, as a guy, the answer seems so obvious that I'm amazed there's even a need for a reply. "Sir, would you like cheese on that?" "Have you seen that new movie 27 Dresses ?" "Hey...

Liberty

by Michael Diskin | January 28, 2008
TONIGHT I'M doing the hotel thing. What's the hotel thing, you ask? Back when I was a young, misguided suburbanite, the "hotel thing" was when 14 of my closest underage friends and I would rent a single room at the Motel Casual in Tewksbury...

Halloween

by Michael Diskin | November 19, 2007
I'M A FIVE-YEAR-OLD trapped in a 37-year-old's body. Really, I am. I'd run my mother over to get to a chocolate-chip cookie; I still get entirely too much enjoyment from watching cartoons; and on Halloween, I'm dressed in my costume and...

Suburbia goes out on the town

by Michael Diskin | September 19, 2007
I HAVE TWO sets of friends. I have my city friends, and I have my suburban friends. The two groups rarely mix. I like to take a Costanzian approach to social circles. In other words, I don't mix my Georges. I do this not because one set of friends...

Fabulous life

by Michael Diskin | August 28, 2007
IF YOU READ this column regularly, you may have the impression that I’m some sort of jackass party boy. Vegas one weekend, a stripper-filled golf tournament the next. But I’m not. I don’t say that in an attempt to get absolution for my 12th-hole lap dance...

The real Vegas

by Michael Diskin | August 10, 2007
THIS SATURDAY, I'm in Las Vegas. It's the home of legally purchased sex and Celine Dion - both overpriced screwings that will leave you unsatisfied and scared of women with accents. I'm staying at Mandalay Bay with a few friends, partaking...