Oct 20, 2004 22:58
It's about time! All I can say is that it's about effing time!!!!!!!!
Johnny Damon stepped it up FINALLY. The Sox beat the Yankees FINALLY. New York is in shock about Boston FINALLY. Holy shit. Holy shi'ite muslim clerics. I can't believe this. We went out to a bar tonight and I walked home earlier than everyone else because I don't like bars much, and also I really had to go to the bathroom and it def wasn't happening there, but we were at this place called Barney's and there were so many Sox fans there. I swear if someone moves out of Boston, they move to LA. I can't believe how many people were there with Sox gear on. Also I saw my friend Mike, the soap opera guy there. He was like This is the happiest day of my entire life. Ha. Nice.
And I met a couple British girls. Londoners. And I got one of them's phone numbers. Perfect grammar there, I am aware. But, of course, I don't expect more than a 30% chance that she will ever return a call of mine, but who knows...worth a shot. She's an actress though. "Never date an actress." Probably not something I will have to worry about. We didn't even talk too much in there because she was with her friend and I was with a large crowd of loud Bostonians and it was not a great opportunity to talk much for us, but I hope that she will meet mesomeday so I can intensely probe her inner most thoughts and interrogate her under a bright white lightbulb dangling from the ceiling as I breathe second hand smoke at her from my cigar. Oh yes, it will also be in black and white and it will be 1940. Like in a movie.
And I saw a girl I work with there. Mindy. That was a first - seeing someone I work with out and about randomly. Yippie.
Ok, Saturday at Fenway and of course I had to move away this year of all years. I had World Series tickets to game one last year but of course it never happened. This year I had to go and move to LA. Fucking figures. Dammit. So jealous, I can't even imagine what the scene in Boston is like tonight. The unthinkable has happened. Holy goblets of wine.
Ok. Enough. Bathroom time. Time to bathe myself in a lather of motor oil and balsamic.
Seacrest out