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Don't blame us if we ever doubt you, you know we couldn't live without you

Today has been a crap day in many, many, many ways that I just don't feel like talking about, to be honest.

But.

Work gave us an extra-long lunch hour today if we wanted to go down to the Red Sox Rolling Rally which just happened to pass a few blocks away, winding its way from Fenway to Copley, down Boylston, turning up Tremont to circle the Common (which we were across from) then up to City Hall. I was like, um, yeah, duh. I'm all for free time off work.

So I took an hour and a half and met up with [info]spiderine who works a few blocks over from me, and with [info]ze_dragon who took the Red Line in early before her classes, and, clad in Red Sox hats, we pushed our way through the masses to get as close to the front as we could--Dragon and I ended up losing Spider along the way since we just could not move any more due to the sheer crush of people.

But we did manage to get a few pictures. And here, ladies and gents, is the insanity that is Boston, Massachusetts after the Red Sox win the Series.

Boston, you know we love you madly, Hear the crowd roar to your sound )
Thinking: listless listless
Singing: Dropkick Murphys: Tessie

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This and that and that and this....

Things that make today good:

I'm reading a deliciously fabulous blog that I'd love to share except I can't because I'm reading it as research for my Smutmas fic.

The Red Sox, hands down. (Dear Theo Epstein, John Henry, Terry Francona, et al, if you toss over Mike Lowell for A-Rod I will hate you with the burning hatred of a thousand suns. Just saying.)

The fact that part of the route for the rolling rally tomorrow celebrating the Series win is literally two blocks away from my office, so yeah, my lunch hour will be spent out thattaway.

Anticipating going to see Jens Lekman perform tonight at the Paradise with one of my favourite peoples in the world.

Having tickets to see Rhett Miller at the Paradise in February with three more of my favourite peoples in the world.

Caffeine. I didn't get to sleep until after three a.m. Thank God for steaming hot venti Earl Greys from Starbucks with three Splendas. Mmmm. Bergamot. I love the smell of it wafting through the hole in the cup top; I love the taste of it rolling over my tongue, just bitter enough.

Working downtown. I love going out at lunch and being surrounded by skyscrapers and by buildings one, two, three hundred years old. I love walking down sidewalks that go from asphalt to brick to cobblestone without rhyme or reason.

Vintage Old 97s interviews circa 1996 from KCRW

Things that make today not-so-good:

Having trashed yet another draft of a fic that was due two weeks ago, bringing the total of abandoned drafts to four. SIGH.

It being 47 degrees Farenheit out during the middle of the damn day and me walking around in a summer sweater and a denim jacket because Boston can't make up its mind whether to be hot or cold.

Being so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open at times, despite the Earl Grey.

Needing to do laundry and clean my apartment and write and keep up with meetings and....starting to feel very, very overwhelmed again.

Passive-aggressive crap.
Thinking: sleepy sleepy
Singing: Radiohead: Reckoner

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SWEEP BABY, SWEEP

JONATHAN PAPELBON I LOVE YOU, OH MY GOD. NOW GET OUT THERE AND DANCE YOUR ASS OFF, BABY.

FOUR GAME SWEEP. FOUR. GAME. SWEEP.
Thinking: ecstatic ecstatic

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They call it the Green Monster for a reason....

A few Supernatural thoughts...spoilery, of course. )

And now I'm over on Fox watching the game, seventh inning, and yes, dammit, I have officially caved and joined the Red Sox Nation as for the first time in my life I can actually name an entire lineup of baseball players and identify them on sight. This, you guys, is a huge thing for me as I have never before given a damn about a sports team. But. THEY CREEP INTO YOUR BLOOD HERE. Goddamn Boston...

(AND HI STUPID FOX SPORTSCASTER, YOU JUST CALLED THE TEAM THE WHITE SOX. WRONG CITY, ASSHAT. Jesus.)

Um. Yeah. Go Sox?

I even have a sweatshirt now and I get to wear it to work tomorrow, YAY.

*g*
location: the couch
Thinking: melancholy melancholy
Singing: Fenway cheering on Fox

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