Another night at the Enormous Room, perhaps the only place in Cambridge to sport both a line out the door and a cover (“What are we paying for, really?”)



Multiple birthdays were celebrated by multiple parties, and the djs, encased in brick and only locatable using the international sign for djs (tilt neck like you’re cradling a phone, hold one hand to your ear, scratch a record with the other), switched off playing well-chosen 80s tunes and more obscure beat-oriented stuff.

Which one of these looks more like Goldberg, really?



And more importantly, I have to say, serve the Bonita when Mike Tirico or even Lisa Guerrero comes over.

We ended the night by enjoying the first snow of the year with a good-spirited fight outside the ‘Room in the desolate Central Square taxi-free zone (look, straight out of Ezra Jack Keats):

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