I'll dip to that

The mad dash began Friday at 5:30am and ended at some point while in a deep REM cycle the following morning. Mike Wilson is moving to L.A. so naturally there is going to be a farewell send-off which happened to be set for Friday evening. In preparation, I made a deluxe 10 layer garbage dip Thursday night that ended up hanging out in the McCabe fridge instead of making the transition to Cambridge with its creator. Well, alternate plans had to be devised for our runion. After a full day of feeling displaced fundi and engorged ta-tas, I headed to meet Daly to make the hand-off. While en-route, a train caught fire at Park St and initiated chaos in Boston. Standing amongst a throng of people on a street corner, I bumped into Whitey who was also going to meet Daly and the two of us jogged to Southie in search of the dip. Well, Daly pulled through, as per usual, and Whitey did his part by imparting me with a shopping bag for transport. As I'm entering the T, the dip chooses to put up a stink about all the mishandling and neglect and crashes to the floor. There goes mom's casserole dish and the drool-inducing dip spread over 4 stairs. My heart sinks for about 5 minutes before I declare that I can't show up to the party without dip in hand (mainly out of fear). Back at the apartment, I delegate the avacado smushing to Chris Doney (the roomie's little bro), while I address the stitches in his lip. Having never removed stitches before, a 5 minute process turned into 30 minutes. A quick drop off and I'm off to a last-minute concert. Reinvigorated, I return to pick-up the new dip before entrance to the fiesta. The dip is strapped into the passenger's seat and we're off. Five minutes into our journey, we feel a sudden, forceful "hey, how are you?" with a neighboring vehicle. Outraged, the dip and I pull over on Storrow Drive to attend to insurance protocol and feeling like we're pouring out at the sides, we fix our sloppy appearances. Annddd we made it (just as the Sox hit a homer to steal our glory)! In the end, the dip served its purpose and many bellies were appeased.