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I went to two Celtics games with/because of Nickole in the last month. The first was because he uncle is a season ticket holder and had two tickets to give away. He gave them to Nickole, and Nickole took me. The seats said "section 12, row 2." Nickole assumed that section 12 was the back balcony or something, and since I have never been to a Celtics game before, I assumed she was right. As it turns out, in the Fleet Center there are 300 some odd sections, and section 12 is on the floor, half-court. We were so close, it didn't even seem real. I could actually hear what the players were saying on the court, and at several points could almost touch them. They played the Nicks, and trailed the whole game and then came form behind to win in the 4th. It was pretty awesome.
The second game we went to was on New Year's Eve. FNX was giving away free Celtics tickets, so Nickole's sister happened to be the 11th caller. In what seemed like a pretty anti-climactic exchange, the DJ asked why Nickole's sister was calling, to which she replied, "About the Celtics tickets?" So the DJ said, "You got 'em." And she said, "Thanks." And that was that. So they mailed her the tickets, but as it turns out, she had a prior engangement and couldn't go. So she gave them to Nickole who took me. FNX also gave her two "First Night" Pins to use on New Years Eve in Boston. The game was early. The seats weren't nearly as good as last time (section 151) but the game was still very exciting and fun. Afterwards, we realized we had no idea where to go to reap the benetifs of our First Night Pins, so we just wandered aimlessly around Boston for several hours before taking the train home at eight. It was still pretty fun, though. Once back at home, we made a few phone calls, and Joey, Andria, and Amanda showed up. It was a pretty small collection of people, but we went for quality, not quantity. Andria told me, "I just felt like having a quiet New Years Eve, so I thought, 'I know! I'll call Mikey!'" Which of course translates to, "Who is the most boring person I know who most certainly won't be doing anything exciting and will be willing to give me plenty of free food? Mikey!" I don't mind, though. As long as I get company.
I still haven't seen The Life Aquatic. I blame Riley for some reason. Probably because he poops too much.
I just took a very credible test offered by CosmoGirl to see which of the five elements I am, and I am water. I am deep and mysterious. I should set up a small aquarium in my room to help reinforce my inner water energy. After this update, I am going to read tips for flirting that will make him want me BAD.
My job lately has been a downward spiral. If I had any ounce of courage, I most certainly would have quit by now. My boss has been pushing the limits of his own craziness. He made me drive to Boston in the snow in a rear-wheel drive van with no windsheild wipers. I had to drive 25mph on route 1 the whole way and I say about 9 cars spin off the road. After three hours, he called me. I assumed in a very un-my-boss-like display of basic human emotion, he was calling to see if I was still alive. As it turns out, he was calling to ask me what was taking me so long; to which I shortly replied: "The roads are horrendous. I've lost track of how many cars I've seen drive into ditches. I am serious when I say that it is actually a wonder I am still ali-" at which point he interupted me to say, "Pull the van up to the garage when you get here." And then hung up. I sounded a like like Ralphie's dad in "A Christmas Story" when I swore for the rest of the drive home -- "Happpablaappashoodarazzatazza..." Next, my boss went to Colorado for Christmas. The day before he left (December 23) he could NOT stess ENOUGH the importance of me coming on on the 24 and working for the day. He mentioned it to me at last 7 times. "You have to come in tomorrow. It's important you come in tomorrow... If you don't come in tomorrow, we'll all die a painful death." And so on. I go in on Christmas eve to find that he had left in the morning. He called the office to tell me that he wasn't coming back until thursday and that I needed to sweep his floor. I NEEDED to come in on CHRISTMAS FUCKING EVE to SWEEP THE FUCKING FLOOR when he was going to be away for a fucking WEEK. There is no possible way in hell I could have swept the floor on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. The floor could only be swept on Christmas Eve. That was the only way. Then, he called my house (from Colorado, on his vaction) on Monday about 36 times. I didn't answer the phone on purpose. He kept calling well into the night. When my mom got home, she talked to him. I was away, so she called all my friends to see where I was so I could call her back so she could tell me to call my boss. I didn't call her back. When I got home at 1:30am, both my parents were forcing themselves awake to tell me that I needed DESPERARELY to call my boss because he made it seem like a matter of life or death to them if I didn't. I went to bed and called him the next morning. As it turns out, he wanted me to sleep at his house and feed his dogs. I drove half an hour to feed his dogs to find that one of the neighbors that surrond him on three sides had been feeding his dogs. I called him and told him his dogs were already fed. He told me to shovel is "driveway" (actually a 25 car, unpaved, uneven, slopped parking lot). He told me his snowblower worked. It did not. Total, I called him at least 19 times to tell him his snowblower did NOT work. 19 times he told me to "try it again." I ended up spending seven hours shoveling the fucking thing. When I got home (in more pain then I ever have been in my entire life) he called me at supper time to ask me to go in the next day and finish shoveling it. I told him I would. I didn't. He called me Thursday when he got back and asked me to come in. He told me it was important. When I got there, he told me to finish shoveling his "driveway." He owns two cars. I had ALREADY shoveled enough room to park 6, foolishly thinking that was enough. I had to shovel the rest. I need a new job. Jesus, did I really just type all that?
So anyway, I of course don't expect anyone to read any of that. But I am posting it anyway so I can feel better. My holidays were awesome. Please excuse all the spelling errors, I haven't typed in a long long time. I also can't spell. Peace out.
-Mike
The second game we went to was on New Year's Eve. FNX was giving away free Celtics tickets, so Nickole's sister happened to be the 11th caller. In what seemed like a pretty anti-climactic exchange, the DJ asked why Nickole's sister was calling, to which she replied, "About the Celtics tickets?" So the DJ said, "You got 'em." And she said, "Thanks." And that was that. So they mailed her the tickets, but as it turns out, she had a prior engangement and couldn't go. So she gave them to Nickole who took me. FNX also gave her two "First Night" Pins to use on New Years Eve in Boston. The game was early. The seats weren't nearly as good as last time (section 151) but the game was still very exciting and fun. Afterwards, we realized we had no idea where to go to reap the benetifs of our First Night Pins, so we just wandered aimlessly around Boston for several hours before taking the train home at eight. It was still pretty fun, though. Once back at home, we made a few phone calls, and Joey, Andria, and Amanda showed up. It was a pretty small collection of people, but we went for quality, not quantity. Andria told me, "I just felt like having a quiet New Years Eve, so I thought, 'I know! I'll call Mikey!'" Which of course translates to, "Who is the most boring person I know who most certainly won't be doing anything exciting and will be willing to give me plenty of free food? Mikey!" I don't mind, though. As long as I get company.
I still haven't seen The Life Aquatic. I blame Riley for some reason. Probably because he poops too much.
I just took a very credible test offered by CosmoGirl to see which of the five elements I am, and I am water. I am deep and mysterious. I should set up a small aquarium in my room to help reinforce my inner water energy. After this update, I am going to read tips for flirting that will make him want me BAD.
My job lately has been a downward spiral. If I had any ounce of courage, I most certainly would have quit by now. My boss has been pushing the limits of his own craziness. He made me drive to Boston in the snow in a rear-wheel drive van with no windsheild wipers. I had to drive 25mph on route 1 the whole way and I say about 9 cars spin off the road. After three hours, he called me. I assumed in a very un-my-boss-like display of basic human emotion, he was calling to see if I was still alive. As it turns out, he was calling to ask me what was taking me so long; to which I shortly replied: "The roads are horrendous. I've lost track of how many cars I've seen drive into ditches. I am serious when I say that it is actually a wonder I am still ali-" at which point he interupted me to say, "Pull the van up to the garage when you get here." And then hung up. I sounded a like like Ralphie's dad in "A Christmas Story" when I swore for the rest of the drive home -- "Happpablaappashoodarazzatazza..." Next, my boss went to Colorado for Christmas. The day before he left (December 23) he could NOT stess ENOUGH the importance of me coming on on the 24 and working for the day. He mentioned it to me at last 7 times. "You have to come in tomorrow. It's important you come in tomorrow... If you don't come in tomorrow, we'll all die a painful death." And so on. I go in on Christmas eve to find that he had left in the morning. He called the office to tell me that he wasn't coming back until thursday and that I needed to sweep his floor. I NEEDED to come in on CHRISTMAS FUCKING EVE to SWEEP THE FUCKING FLOOR when he was going to be away for a fucking WEEK. There is no possible way in hell I could have swept the floor on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. The floor could only be swept on Christmas Eve. That was the only way. Then, he called my house (from Colorado, on his vaction) on Monday about 36 times. I didn't answer the phone on purpose. He kept calling well into the night. When my mom got home, she talked to him. I was away, so she called all my friends to see where I was so I could call her back so she could tell me to call my boss. I didn't call her back. When I got home at 1:30am, both my parents were forcing themselves awake to tell me that I needed DESPERARELY to call my boss because he made it seem like a matter of life or death to them if I didn't. I went to bed and called him the next morning. As it turns out, he wanted me to sleep at his house and feed his dogs. I drove half an hour to feed his dogs to find that one of the neighbors that surrond him on three sides had been feeding his dogs. I called him and told him his dogs were already fed. He told me to shovel is "driveway" (actually a 25 car, unpaved, uneven, slopped parking lot). He told me his snowblower worked. It did not. Total, I called him at least 19 times to tell him his snowblower did NOT work. 19 times he told me to "try it again." I ended up spending seven hours shoveling the fucking thing. When I got home (in more pain then I ever have been in my entire life) he called me at supper time to ask me to go in the next day and finish shoveling it. I told him I would. I didn't. He called me Thursday when he got back and asked me to come in. He told me it was important. When I got there, he told me to finish shoveling his "driveway." He owns two cars. I had ALREADY shoveled enough room to park 6, foolishly thinking that was enough. I had to shovel the rest. I need a new job. Jesus, did I really just type all that?
So anyway, I of course don't expect anyone to read any of that. But I am posting it anyway so I can feel better. My holidays were awesome. Please excuse all the spelling errors, I haven't typed in a long long time. I also can't spell. Peace out.
-Mike