I can't tell you who to sock it to
That's right, I pulled out the Isley Brothers in the subject. Updates abound I suppose. The past weekend was amazing out in Rhode Island. Saturday burned me to a red crisp, which I'm just now finally starting to tan down/peel at spots. Such is life. It was a great time though, with perfect weather and drinking incessantly. We introduced the new term "vettrosexual" in honor of Matt; he did a nice job of showcasing it by falling asleep at 11 PM. I openly booed him for that and tried to awake him three times with the help of his Beantown roommates, but to no avail. I can only fault him to an extent however, seeing as he did invite me out to the amazing place in Charlestown.
So after all that grand weekend, I headed up to Boston on Tuesday to see my beloved yet horrid Reds take on the Sox at Fenway. Sure enough, we made David Wells look like a genius and got shut out. A very disappointing effort, although Luke Hudson pitched pretty well even though he got the loss. Jason and I ate at a great place for lunch right by Fenway called the Cactus Club. Their speciality was build your own quesadillas. For the record, grilled chicken, roasted red peppers and sweet corn is a MONEY combo.
On a random side note, man I love Boston. The driving is enough to make you insane, but it's a small price to pay for having so many cool areas. Of course, that's about the only small price you pay in Beantown; rent is through the roof. One can dream, one day when I'm running NESN, I'll figure it all out. I'm always amused at how I grew up thinking I could never do living in a big city and now ideally, that's exactly what I'd want.
It's so bizarre to contemplate that line of thinking "ideally what I'd want". Talkin to Nicky G the other night really got me thinking about how others perceive each other. Perhaps I never completely realize the effort I'm putting forth. I often wonder if I've painted myself into a corner at the age of 24: working a job that makes me work nights, weekends, holidays....living with my girlfriend originally assuming it be as much economical as anything else...so far away from a lot of things that I actually have to plan them out. I know college was the ultimate in spontaneity, but does one extreme give way to the other? The power of memory is one of the greatest attributes one can be given, for it allows us to store away those great moments in our lives but it also nags like a motherfucker, bringing up hindsight on nearly everything. Thanks memory, you're a paradox I'm still lookin to decypher.
So after all that grand weekend, I headed up to Boston on Tuesday to see my beloved yet horrid Reds take on the Sox at Fenway. Sure enough, we made David Wells look like a genius and got shut out. A very disappointing effort, although Luke Hudson pitched pretty well even though he got the loss. Jason and I ate at a great place for lunch right by Fenway called the Cactus Club. Their speciality was build your own quesadillas. For the record, grilled chicken, roasted red peppers and sweet corn is a MONEY combo.
On a random side note, man I love Boston. The driving is enough to make you insane, but it's a small price to pay for having so many cool areas. Of course, that's about the only small price you pay in Beantown; rent is through the roof. One can dream, one day when I'm running NESN, I'll figure it all out. I'm always amused at how I grew up thinking I could never do living in a big city and now ideally, that's exactly what I'd want.
It's so bizarre to contemplate that line of thinking "ideally what I'd want". Talkin to Nicky G the other night really got me thinking about how others perceive each other. Perhaps I never completely realize the effort I'm putting forth. I often wonder if I've painted myself into a corner at the age of 24: working a job that makes me work nights, weekends, holidays....living with my girlfriend originally assuming it be as much economical as anything else...so far away from a lot of things that I actually have to plan them out. I know college was the ultimate in spontaneity, but does one extreme give way to the other? The power of memory is one of the greatest attributes one can be given, for it allows us to store away those great moments in our lives but it also nags like a motherfucker, bringing up hindsight on nearly everything. Thanks memory, you're a paradox I'm still lookin to decypher.