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Full disclosure: I may be on my 4th beer of the evening. I did not drink at all during Patriots' Day festivities but of course decided to bust out a couple of post-Gossip Girl PBRs as I have about 2340283048 hours worth of Deadspin to catch up on (and that is AFTER cutting all the stories I'm not interested in. Saturday night's DU!AN had more than FIVE HUNDRED COMMENTS... as I would say in high school, "Jesus Colome!" [pronounced "jeez-is call-ome," not the traditional "hay-zeus call-oh-may"]).
So as I'm sitting here, drinking some beers and reading Deadspin (basically having as awesome a night as I can have without the Red Sox playing, on account of they already played today, I was there, and they kicked the Orioles' asses soooooo bad, again) I am in a place where I can admit the following:
1) Once I remembered last Patriots' Day, I realized this year was very dissimilar. Let's just say last year's ended with me drunk dialing the guy I had my first official first date with the next day about 7 times to see how the Bruins' game was going, because he said he'd be watching it with his friends. Also, if I forgot to mention this, it was HIS BIRTHDAY and even after repeatedly drunk dialing him, we went on our date the next day and actually dated for about a month. It was fucking EXHAUSTING.
2) It was fucking EXHAUSTING because he wanted to go out EVERY NIGHT I was not in Boston for a Sox game or party. I need a LOT of alone time and was not getting any of it. The reason I was exhausted was definitely NOT because any kind of sexual action, because he totally had erectile dysfunction. Or if he didn't, he sure as hell did every time we were hooking up. Which is a shame, because if you ask me that dude was fucking GORGEOUS.
3) As a result, I haven't had sex in more than a year. And when I think back on the 2 years since my last real relationship ended, I used to think, "well, at least I've dated some guys." Yeah, Julia, the time you dated a guy was a year ago. Note to self: FUUUUUUCK.
4) Well, besides all the dude shit, today was awesome. I didn't get laid, so there's that going against me, but I got to see a serious win by the Sox, many thanks to Suzie's religious boyfriend Justin Masterson, I got to watch the Marathon, and I live in Boston. I went home yesterday to pick up some stuff, and because my dad is trying to sell it, he's gotten rid of all the little things that actually make a house a home. As a result, my home is now ** ******** Road, Brighton MA, 02135. I can honestly say I live in Boston. For serious guys, I LIVE IN BOSTON.
ALSO I HAVE GONE TO FOUR SOX GAMES SO FAR THIS YEAR AND I AM GOING TO TWO MORE JUST THIS WEEK. In the words of my idol/dream boyfriend BDD, "Fuck and yes."
So as I'm sitting here, drinking some beers and reading Deadspin (basically having as awesome a night as I can have without the Red Sox playing, on account of they already played today, I was there, and they kicked the Orioles' asses soooooo bad, again) I am in a place where I can admit the following:
1) Once I remembered last Patriots' Day, I realized this year was very dissimilar. Let's just say last year's ended with me drunk dialing the guy I had my first official first date with the next day about 7 times to see how the Bruins' game was going, because he said he'd be watching it with his friends. Also, if I forgot to mention this, it was HIS BIRTHDAY and even after repeatedly drunk dialing him, we went on our date the next day and actually dated for about a month. It was fucking EXHAUSTING.
2) It was fucking EXHAUSTING because he wanted to go out EVERY NIGHT I was not in Boston for a Sox game or party. I need a LOT of alone time and was not getting any of it. The reason I was exhausted was definitely NOT because any kind of sexual action, because he totally had erectile dysfunction. Or if he didn't, he sure as hell did every time we were hooking up. Which is a shame, because if you ask me that dude was fucking GORGEOUS.
3) As a result, I haven't had sex in more than a year. And when I think back on the 2 years since my last real relationship ended, I used to think, "well, at least I've dated some guys." Yeah, Julia, the time you dated a guy was a year ago. Note to self: FUUUUUUCK.
4) Well, besides all the dude shit, today was awesome. I didn't get laid, so there's that going against me, but I got to see a serious win by the Sox, many thanks to Suzie's religious boyfriend Justin Masterson, I got to watch the Marathon, and I live in Boston. I went home yesterday to pick up some stuff, and because my dad is trying to sell it, he's gotten rid of all the little things that actually make a house a home. As a result, my home is now ** ******** Road, Brighton MA, 02135. I can honestly say I live in Boston. For serious guys, I LIVE IN BOSTON.
ALSO I HAVE GONE TO FOUR SOX GAMES SO FAR THIS YEAR AND I AM GOING TO TWO MORE JUST THIS WEEK. In the words of my idol/dream boyfriend BDD, "Fuck and yes."