Yesterday was my mom’s 54th birthday (she doesn’t look a day over 45!) so Kristina and I took her to the *gasp* Six House for dinner. There was a new cook since I left but the food was just as good as always and we didn’t get stabbed! Since the stabbing, the Six has put in a new floor, a new bar and now closes at 1 a.m. instead of 2. I hope the best for them and I really am not bullshitting when I say that the food is awesome. My sole complaint with the Six is that they do not have dessert so we decided to brave the Feast crowd for some Mike’s cannoli and it was worth every second spent in line. We got our cannoli in time to drive across town and pick my boyfriend up from work. Which reminds me of something else…

My sister is the biggest, road-raging Masshole ever. On Beacon St. she practically hit some kid in a BMW who was just trying to avoid a double-parked car. She honked and screamed at him like he was purposely trying to cut her off. Then on Mass Ave., she screamed at some guy trying to parallel park, then, again on Comm. Ave, she screamed at another guy who stopped in search of a parking spot. She ran a red light on Huntington and in Southie, she made a jerky U-turn to park in front of the Six House. She looks sweet and innocent until she gets behind the wheel. I think she spends too much time driving in and around town and it has turned her crazy. One of these days, I think she is just going to turn her car into a battering ram and plow down unsuspecting motorists who get in her way. Love ya, Kristina, but you are nuts behind the wheel.