Weekend Update

Dear Super Douche on the T,

Shoving your girlfriend into the T, while pretending to be a champion of chivalry by hollering "Move into the car, everyone" into the jam-packed train, isn't cool. It is especially uncool when you lean against the door and hold the bar, shoving your elbow into your bored/annoyed/homicidal girlfriend's face, thus proving that you do not, in fact, give a shit about your girlfriend, but really enjoy hearing yourself talk. Girlfriend is certainly the luckiest girl in the world. Not.

Sincerely,
The dorky girl rolling her eyes

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There are a myriad of reasons why I'd like to call out sick on Tuesday. Of course, the Red Sox open Fenway Park Tuesday afternoon. But down in my fair home state, the old Jamestown Bridge is due to be blown up. How cool would it be to watch a bridge explode? Why can't they do this on a weekend so I can rubberneck?

I did have a fine weekend. Saturday was mellow, and Sunday I spent a Very Rhode Island Sunday with Alicia. We went to Thayer Street to run an errand, then to McCoy to take in a Paw Sox game. Since it was snowing in Rhode Island on Saturday, it had turned into a double-header. We stayed for the first game, which the Paw Sox won, then realized we'd lost feeling in our extremities and headed for the car. We then drove to Haxton's to buy 'Gansett, then headed to Narragansett to see the beach. The water was clear and blue, and we walked barefoot on the beach until we lost feeling in our toes again. We made a stop at Aunt Carrie's for chowder, then hit the best grocery chain in Rhode Island, Dave's, and returned to Boston, happy to have spent a day where our roots are.

This week I cannot spend any money until Friday when I get paid. This is sad. But my favorite day is coming up (Marathon Day!) next week, so I have something to look forward to.