South Of The Border Snow Day

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As I’ve gotten older, while I still feel pangs of envy seeing my friends and acquaintances at elite, exclusive clubs and living lives that seem straight out of a movie about drugged up rich kids, I’ve learned that I really don’t care how many stars are associated with an establishment or how many celebrities frequent it. More than anything, I value a good time in good company, and I think memories made in a random bar in some random suburb can be far more substantial than any made in an upscale club hoping to run into a Patriots player. As much as American culture has been consumed with celebrities, glamor and luxury there is no denying that the small towns, the neighborhood diners, and the townie bars are the backbone and essence of what makes this country so special. I spent this past snow day at a Mexican restaurant/bar called Margaritas in Waltham, talking, singing, and chugging with four amazing friends of mine. It’s been one of the toughest weeks of my life, and what it’s taught me as that as much as you may hate your school, or a person, or even the way you look, there is always more to be grateful for, like the fact that your education, though expensive, isn’t something you have to risk your life to receive, that you have people in your life that value you as much as you value them, and that if you set your mind to self improvement you have all the power to better yourself and your appearance!

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