a weird weekend
after a ludicrously busy week at work, a restful weekend was exactly what i needed. naturally, it was something less then restful. weird, but hardly restful.
- friday night i was in the bleachers. it was spectacularly cold and windy in row 36 (this is directly beneath the center-field scoreboard), but it was all okay, since i wasn't bad luck for the sox. wakefield got run support, and at long last, dougie went deep! i had my first fenway franks of the year, and a few pints of guinness. it was a good night.
- after that, i wandered the north end digging in trash cans, having been told that this was a good way to impress women.
- nothing i say makes any kind of rational sense anymore.
- saturday i caught the soccer doubleheader in foxboro. the us women embarrassed the mexican team, and the revolution owned toronto fc utterly. it's not every day that you get to see nine goals. some of them were pretty spectacular, too. a treat.
- alas, i left my german army shirt in section 110. dammit, that was the best shirt $3.99 could buy.
- later that night, we went to the buffy the vampire slayer sing-a-long at the coolidge corner theater. this is where i learned that playing 'don't stop believin' on a kazoo is a good way to make friends. is there nothing that journey can't do? other than that, i learned that firefly evangelists are frightening, and that a theater full of people with party poppers and bubbles looks pretty cool. and most importantly, we learned that garrett sings.
- i think that things started going downhill for me when i started wearing matching socks more often.
- sunday i played a lot of guitar hero. my wrist hurts, but i am getting better. not as good as jess, but better. we're also working on getting minh hooked on it.
- i went for a run, too. in the nor'easter. my nike+ipod graph tells the tale of the headwind running east on beacon street vividly. i do not envy the marathoners today.
- and i did some work. boo.
- on the bright side, i got home from work before 2100 tonight. 2045 counts, okay?
