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fenway
2006-08-01 : 5:31 pm

Man there is nothing like being drunk and in love at Fenway... Especially when Ortiz steps up to bat in the ninth inning with 2 men on base, we're down 6-8 and he hits a home run. They just blast Dirty Water, the teammates come running onto the field, the fans scream all around me as I get kissed all movie-style and it is a moment of sheer, pure, undiluted glory. This is why I moved here. For moments like these.

Ken and I about an hour before Papi saved the day.

Awwwwww...

Meanwhile, I have two more weeks of class, one huge project to get sound for and then edit, and then I'm done. My nights are mine again. I am so looking forward to having my own time again. Right now I'm doing a lot better than I was a couple weeks ago. Right now I get weekends, but I still don't have nights. So from Friday at 5 until Monday at 9, all that is mine, but the rest belongs to someone else. Soon, though, they will only have my days, from 10-5, and all the rest will be mine.

So, Ken found my entry calling his ass out. This is what he said when I asked what it was like opening my page thinking he was being all sneaky and seeing his name in font size="6": "Well after the initial totally-just-got-busted embarrassment, and blood rushing to my face, I then spent the next half hour giggling like a little bitch. Well done. Well done, indeed." That was fun.

I just ate box Mac N Cheese. Why? Why do I do these things to myself? The only word I could use to describe the feeling I have now would be "blublurngingnurblingarngkralarnkblormb." And that's not even a word!

Off for a stolen drink with alumnote Jess! Hopefully I won't puke fake orange on the T.

You're welcome. :)