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I guess my fourth of July super long weekend was pretty great. I went to my boss' new house for a pre-fourth/housewarming/birthday party for her boyfriend. Where she got silly drunk and writhed on the patio floor in her best impersonation of Madonna in the Cherish video. And I cried inside because I forgot to bring a camera. Then I found myself dancing with her to Like A Prayer in her den. It was a very Madonna night. She is the cutest and I love her even though she's crazy.
Then I went to Boston with a friend to meet her friends who like, hate Boston and the way that everyone in Massachusetts says 'wicked good.' Which is whatever, because I can see how it can be annoying to people from away. So on the way to Boston, a car with four guys from some school in Framingham seriously try to run us off the road. For fun, maybe? So my friend who was driving starts yelling obscenities and flipping them off and what not because she has obviously not found her zen place. They find this hilarious and start harassing us from the next lane until they actually look into the car and realize that we're pretty cute or something so they keep catching up to us and trying to talk to us. It's annoying but hilarious somehow and they manage to stay near us for about 20 minutes. Until the convertible with the two girls goes by and they take off after them doing the car flirting thing. I turn to my friend and she's like, "I think we got dumped for the convertible." And we found ourselves missing our highway boyfriends so I found paper and wrote, "Um, are you cheating on us with the girls in the convertible?!" and held it up for them when we caught up. I know. Eighth grade up in this bitch. They find this cute however and hold up someone's phone number. No guys, we are so not calling you, but thanks. Then they roll down the window and start trying to get us to stop in Framingham for drinks with them and like, try to throw the phone number into my friend's car. At some point, I'm thinking that this is how people die so we blow them kisses and roll off to meet her friends.
I hate that I know that my next door neighbors are going to continue setting off their shitty firecrackers everyday until the day after Thanksgiving when they will busy themselves with overdecorating for Christmas. I can only hope that my new neighbors will have the ambition to wake up at the crack of dawn to sing and drink Natty Ice.
Then I went to Boston with a friend to meet her friends who like, hate Boston and the way that everyone in Massachusetts says 'wicked good.' Which is whatever, because I can see how it can be annoying to people from away. So on the way to Boston, a car with four guys from some school in Framingham seriously try to run us off the road. For fun, maybe? So my friend who was driving starts yelling obscenities and flipping them off and what not because she has obviously not found her zen place. They find this hilarious and start harassing us from the next lane until they actually look into the car and realize that we're pretty cute or something so they keep catching up to us and trying to talk to us. It's annoying but hilarious somehow and they manage to stay near us for about 20 minutes. Until the convertible with the two girls goes by and they take off after them doing the car flirting thing. I turn to my friend and she's like, "I think we got dumped for the convertible." And we found ourselves missing our highway boyfriends so I found paper and wrote, "Um, are you cheating on us with the girls in the convertible?!" and held it up for them when we caught up. I know. Eighth grade up in this bitch. They find this cute however and hold up someone's phone number. No guys, we are so not calling you, but thanks. Then they roll down the window and start trying to get us to stop in Framingham for drinks with them and like, try to throw the phone number into my friend's car. At some point, I'm thinking that this is how people die so we blow them kisses and roll off to meet her friends.
I hate that I know that my next door neighbors are going to continue setting off their shitty firecrackers everyday until the day after Thanksgiving when they will busy themselves with overdecorating for Christmas. I can only hope that my new neighbors will have the ambition to wake up at the crack of dawn to sing and drink Natty Ice.