This week ended up being kind of a suckstravaganza, but last night two friends cheered me up immensely by taking me to the spooky Bridgewater Triangle for a night on the town.
Taunton, Massachusetts, is about half an hour to the northeast of Providence. I mainly know it because my parents used to take me to flea markets there, but it’s also a small and kind of interesting city. There’s a gay bar there called Bobby’s, but because the city is so small it’s also (so I’m told) the only bar. Actually, it’s the only bar in the whole county, at least after midnight; at that point the place gets overtaken by cute (albeit jailbaity-looking) boys and girls who all look exactly the same. It’s not quite Jersey Shore-ish, because people don’t put that much effort into their wardrobe or appearance in Taunton, but it’s whatever the more rural, less touristy version of that look would be.
