The Murtaugh Project

Saturday we had dinner in Chelsea. (Me: We’re going to Chili’s in Chelsea. Pops: Why would you EVER want to go to Chelsea?) Since we had no other plans for post dinner other than to gtfo of Chelsea, Tim, Keegan, Steve, Jen and I decided to hit up some Sheesha.

And then Sheesha had room for like, 6 people and there were already 12 in there, so we left. And went to Nile, with a fabulous location next to a bomb frozen yogurt place in Allston.

We got Vanilla and Berry hookahs. And then regretted it and wished we had gotten Vanilla mint. But it was still delicious, and we wanted to ask the owner/guy wearing jeans to hang out with us, and Jen got in without an ID, and we got our own mouthpieces, and we saw a lonely man, and we tried blowing smoke rings, and then we smelt our mouthpieces the whole way home.

A++, will do again. But, not the berry. 

NUMBAH 3, CHECK.