Slow Your Tow or Whitney will Blow

We had a double date last night with Whitney and Aaron.

We met up at the Kendall Theater in Cambridge to catch Spotlight.  The movie was based on the Boston Globe Spoltlight investigative units' coverage of the Massachusetts Catholic priest sexual abuse scandal.  Here is a mini review:

- excellent procedural of the newspaper industry

- Jen thought Liev Schreiber never looked better

- Boston is dirty and our accents are stupid

Go see it.  It was excellent.

After the movie Whitney and Aaron brought us to a little hole in the wall burger joint in Allston.

It was located in urban environs (i.e. crappy neighborhood), but Whitney knew that we could park in the Walgreen's.  Despite the 50 signs saying 'Half Hour Parking - Tow Zone' we went with her recommendation.  We teased Jen for being a rule follower because she didn't want to park there.

Anyway, we had excellent burgers in a hip atmosphere.

Whitney rocked her London knit hat.

 Aaron and I having indie beer.

While we waited for our food Aaron got his Ms PacMan on.

Mad skills, Mr. Aaron.

And after dinner we discovered we were towed.

What a scam.  The tow guy parks there all night an pulls cars to the tow yard 50 yards away.  

He was pulling them in like Kevin Van Dam at 2011 Bassmaster Classic.  (I believe Van Dam is Mother Entwistle's favorite bass fishing champion, by the way).

$129 for my little Fiat to take that one block ride on the back of the tow truck.

It would have cost us that much if we went to an expensive restaurant, we reasoned.

And we got a blog post and a bass fishing reference out of it.

Lemonade out of lemons.