OK. I have some time. Some. Things were (relatively) calm at work, and I was able to get out "on time", meaning not after I should have had two beers already. But let's leave work there.
Color changes, etc. The name will remain, as I can relate.
Colors, prevalently red and white, for my Red Sox. I can't even freekin tell you how happy I am to see them. I've got two games lined up right now, and am working a third. If I can do that, I'll be very, very happy. As will the three beautiful women who will join me for one each. Wife, daughter, daughter.
Expensive, but a pretty good time for the money. I paid $60 to park last time I went. (Plan on $200 for the evening) The "T" (subway) is "rubdown central" after 11:00 at night. Freaks and drunks, and freaky drunks, abandon hope, all ye who enter here.
You know, I went to Fenway once, and ran smack into an old friend of mine that had moved to Michigan years before. Crazy. Can't even describe the first time I walked in that place. Just awesome. (I'm thinking any Cubs fan reading this feels the same about Wrigley)
Anyway, I'm trying to carve out some time to relax, so I don't shoot my heart across the room someday, so I'm hoping I'll have more frequent access to the blogsphere. I hate getting out of the soup for any real time like I have.
Alright. Drop me a line, tell me you love me, and we'll talk soon. yeah?
