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Terrific walk of shame this morning. I ended up in some random little suburby town, with no idea where I was or how to get home. I had to go up to a lady who was DROPPING HER KIDS OFF AT THE SCHOOL BUS, with my hair all in one big knot, wearing last night's clothes, and ask her, "Excuse me, is there a bus or something that will take me back to Boston?" She gave me a truly scathing look and told me where the bus stop was. A bus and three train rides later, I have made it home, quite possibly still drunk, to clean myself up so I can go watch Slovenia hand the U.S. its own ass on a platter (Edit: alright, this turned out to be doubly false. We did not lose, we tied, and I did not watch, I fell dead asleep).
Did I mention the Irish boy? Fresh from Dublin? Hello. The Celtics might have lost, but I think I definitely win.
Did I mention the Irish boy? Fresh from Dublin? Hello. The Celtics might have lost, but I think I definitely win.