Spring Has Sprung

When it snowed on the first day of spring (seasons aren't capitalized, did you know that?) this year, I felt the urge to cry and yell and complain and bitch. I did all of these - except cry. This winter has been dreadfully long. I still don't have snow boots so walking to the bus every day, then trudging down Boylston was such a freaking bitch. The only thing that got me through it all was thoughts of sunny, warm weather, day drinking, cute sundresses and sunglasses.

It seems as though my dreams have come true. This weekend was beaaaaautiful. One of my favorite parts about this weather is how many people rouse from their hibernations, spill out of the woodwork and get out and about. This was most noticeable Friday after work.

(Those are some instances of me hibernating, getting ready for spring)

Me and a few coworkers had some margarita pitchers (I had my own) at the Cactus Club on Boylston. When we first got there, there was an average amount of people to be at a bar around 5pm on a Friday. Then, all of a sudden people started spilling in. And, let me tell you, they weren't your average post work employees looking for a cocktail. Nope, they were already drunk! The Sox game had just ended, so red and navy clad fans with Sox baseball hats and boozed up breath came streaming in to hang after the game. It was hilarious. First of all because Boston sports fans are just crazy in general, but it was our season opener against the Yanks and we had WON (finally)!!!

Anyways, I was with my new roommate for next year. It was just the two of us since our other friends needed to leave. This girl is a great wingwoman. She isn't single, but, like myself, she will talk to anyone - for the comedic value, of course. My favorite that particular night was a fan that was quite literally blacking out before our eyes. As he slammed his beer onto our table the first thing he yelled (he didn't talk, he yelled), was "YOU AH THE HAWTEST GIRLS IN HE-AH".

I looked around to find middle aged women with their husbands, or chicks that looked like they were from Revere with greased up hair and way too much makeup, wearing heels with their Red Sox gear.

"gee, thanks, I'm flattered"
"I WON THE GAME FOR US TONIGHT!!! AYYYYY RAWD AYYYY RAWD" He explained to me how he, personally, had been the reason of the win. Only because he kept screaming A-Rod at, well, A-Rod.
"Oh yeah?" I replied, "So you were mind fucking the Yanks, huh?"
He looked around, seemed a little confused, probably forgot where he was, then turned back to me.
"You are the hawtest girl here"
"Right, you mentioned that..."
"I mind fucked the Yanks tonight - that's why we won."
"Um, no I actually said that"
"I kept yelling at A-Rod at them" He looked around again, "You're the hawtest girl here."

HOLY CRAP. He was seriously forgetting what he had said to me seconds before. It was hil-arious. He told me how he mind fucked the Yankees like five times. Finally his friend took mercy on us and dragged him away. My point is that I love Boston sports fans, and I can't wait to go to games (rooms has season tix), and play Bar Golf and be that drunk dude.

Anyways, moving on, my run today was pretty great. Was it great because it was sunny, warm, and I ran ran 8 miles? Nah, it was mostly great due to my cool down. As soon as I get to my street I start walking. Since the weather was nice there was a whole lot more people than usual outside.

At one house in particular on my street there was a group of guys playing corn hole and polish horseshoes and drinking beers. Wow, all of my favorite things. I still had my headphones in, was sweating and breathing heavily, so I wasn't about to just stop and talk to them (I mean who does that). But then they popped champagne and the cork hit me. It hit me!! A sign? I thought so.

They laughed, apologized, and one mentioned he had hit his mark. I had clearly just gone for a run and told them I was thirsty. One handed me water. I laughed at him and took a beer, then challenged them that I could drink it faster than any of them. I did, and then I left. I think they're still unsure of what really happened there. But I have good news - add group of random guys that lives on my street to the friends list.

I am starting to realize a trend here. This blog is getting a whole lot less about working out and whole lot more about my drinking and social habits. Hmm, if only I cared. I don't think anyone else cares, so whatev.