Monday, December 31, 2007

The Year of 2007

So with 2007 coming to a chaotic close and any direction I formerly had thrown out the window, I decided to try and figure out what was the most impactful decision I made over the course of the year. It actually didn’t take too long to figure out, but it was moving in with the Lady. The impact has been both positive and negative. In January of this year I started business school as a full time student while moving to a part time role at my former company. Man was that the sweet life, get up at 8:45, work from home until about 1pm, eat, shower, prepare for class and head out to catch the Red Line for a 4:30pm class. Around April, we started looking for apts. At the same time, I figured if I’m moving closer to the city maybe I should alter my schedule, and become a part time student and go back to work full time. I interviewed at several places, most I didn’t like, and finally landed the role I was most excited about from the start. I was in a new industry, making more money, granted tuition reimbursement, and feeling pretty happy with the decision I had made. So without having the Lady as motivation to move, although I’d still have my old job, I think I would have been miserable staying there any longer. But on the other hand, I would have remained a full time student and I would be getting ready to enter my final semester of grad school. But I think in terms of school and work, I made the right decision. I’m going to save several thousands of dollars in tuition, I’m part of a company that is on the rise as opposed to on the decline, and once I finish my MBA, I’ll have great experience in two unique industries and will be able to pretty much pick my position and command a solid salary for an MBA grad.

On the negative side, I don’t think I’ve been personally happy for more than a week straight since July. There is constant fighting, bickering, and anger. It’s an eternal struggle I thought was finally ending, and then it doesn’t. Since the Lady opened up the waterworks Saturday and I did my best to make her feel better, I’ve been miserable. I was energized when I thought all this turbulence had come to an end. I was ready to begin living again, something I haven’t truly been able to do for months. Now I feel as if I have recoiled back to where I shouldn’t be. Tonight I had three options and just recently a fourth to hang out with people and start the new year off right, now I’m staying in to avoid dealing with a river of tears tomorrow. My need to protect people causes my own self harm. If I believed in resolutions, I would resolve to fix that, but since I don’t, it is what it is…

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Just When I Think I'm Out....

I have no idea wtf is going on. This is where being a nice guy seriously f’s me in the ass. Two days ago, I was fine. The whole relationship ending was fine with me. I was logical, balanced and prepared. The Lady was off doing her thing, and I was doing mine here and there. I had several options to start the New Year on the good foot. Then yesterday mid morning, all I hear is crying. Crying in the bathroom, crying in the office, and it wasn’t muffled but loud screams. I try to ignore it but I can’t. So after awhile, I decide to extend a friendly offer to watch a movie. That doesn’t get accepted. The crying begins again. Then the Lady explains she’s upset because after 5 years, I don’t seem like I’m showing any signs of sadness or disappointment. In my mind, after the last time she blind sided me with a break up back in 2005, I decided I would never show my emotional weakness again. We talk some, and she keeps crying. I offer a shoulder to cry on and we lay down on the bed. I just hold her. We say nothing. We get up to eat and she goes back into the office while I watch a movie. At the end of the movie I decide to forgo meeting up with friends to watch the Patriots make history to try to get her in better spirits. I ask her if she wants food before the game starts. She agrees. We leave and return with Chinese food. We eat and watch football, and then open Christmas presents that have sat on the floor since Monday. All of a sudden, she’s happy. She’s stretched out on the couch with her feet on my lap. The game ends and we put in another movie, which I fall asleep to. She recommends going to bed, and instead of sleeping in the office she comes into our bedroom. We pass out, nothing more. This morning, she’s still happy, laughing and smiling. What just happened? Didn’t we agree a couple days ago that this wasn’t working? Wasn’t she looking for apartments? This is the problem with caring about someone so deeply, regardless of if the situation is ideal or not, I do so much to keep her happy that I forget what is going to make me happy. I can't keep sacrificing my happiness 85% of the time to keep her happy temperamentally. I don’t want either of us to move right now, because moving in the winter sucks. But I don’t think she can live with me just as her friend, even though deep down I think she has to know our original concurrence that this relationship has run its course is correct. Selfishly, I’m concerned I’m missing opportunities to build new relationships. I’m concerned about having the same arguments and fights in the next 6 weeks. I’m concerned about holding in all of my thoughts and saying them too harshly when I’m angry. But my concern for her trumps all of that, and until she either moves out or the lease runs out, I’m stuck.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Dropped the Ball

I swear being on vacation messes up my schedule big time. I totally forgot about iPod Friday because when I woke up I thought it was's like Wyclef says "To everyone with no job everyday is Friday!"

Anyway, here's a clip of one of my fav songs, well at least instrumentals and hooks...

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

I Hate Not Being Me...

Christmas is usually a time for cheer and mirth, unfortunately when a person is in the middle of a break up, which regardless of the strange mixed signals I'm getting, I'm def in the middle of. It's tough to just enjoy the season for what it is. Christmas at my family's house was great. Hanging out with my mom and dad, playing with my dog, and probably getting the best non-material gift I've ever got which was seeing how thoughtful my brother actually is when it comes to the fam and hanging out with him one on one and just laughing our asses off was just awesome. It's really good to see him growing up and realizing what he should value in life versus the silliness that most teenagers place at the forefront of their being.

Anyway, yesterday I had to go to the Lady's folks house for dinner. She figured it would be best if I came because she either doesn't want to let her fam know we're having issues or it's a weird trick to try to get us to stay together, which would really be f'ed up since she's the one who is promoting the break up. So the evening was actually wonderful. I love the Lady's family, and for whatever reason they really like me. We ate good food, drank opened gifts, played Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader the game. It was fun. But I felt like I was seeing them for the last time, and without them knowing it, saying goodbye to a great bunch of people. I could never get really comfortable because in the back of my mind I just kept thinking to myself, "This is such a sham." And what was worse was she was being all affectionate. She's never that affectionate at home. I just couldn't do the same back because I hate putting up fronts. I think I also felt I had been putting up a happiness front for the last three months, and I just couldn't lie to these people. They aren't involved in our problems, but maybe it's just better to get through these days to maintain the holiday spirit for everyone else as opposed to having people concerned over a dying relationship.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Day and Night

Day and night man, day and night. One minute I think my whole relationship is over, and then last night the Lady says to me, “So what are we gonna do?” I’m sitting here stunned, because I’m thinking to myself “You ended things the other day. I thought what we were going to do was break up?” I was already mentally prepared for it to be over, and now I get this. How do I respond? I basically told her it’s her call. But I’m standing firm, no begging or pleading. I refuse. I have too much pride, and I think I lost my integrity for a long time trying to please her. And the more people I meet, the more I realize, there are enough people out there who like me the way I am, and there has to be a reason for that. She’s been sleeping in the office/guest room the last three nights, and she left the door open for the first time last night. Maybe she was expecting me to come into the room, console her and tell her all the things she wants to her. I didn’t do it though. I went into our bedroom, put on the Office dvds (to drown out the noise from the old people who can’t hear their tv or each other) and turned off the lights. I left the door open as well, so that if she wanted to talk or even lay down she could. But I had no company last night, and she is still curled up in the office as I write this. As much as I say it’s her decision, I think I need to make mine as well. I gotta lighten things up a little, here's a dance montage from Scrubs that always makes me smile...

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Pulled the Plug...

So I’ve written about 4 different posts over the last 2 days pertaining to the same subject. But I didn’t post them because although the point of this blog is simply to be an outlet for what’s going on in my noggin I still need to be respectful of those I’m writing about, even if they have no idea this blog exists. So I finally had an idea on how to write this, and as usual the idea came to be in the bathroom. Seriously, business executives should have bathrooms directly in their offices, hell they should hold conference calls in there, more genius ideas take place in the can than anywhere else.

The point being, I figured that ending relationships is kind of like death. And I know that sounds extreme, but let me break this out. Relationships end in a manner like how death comes, either all of sudden and slow and painfully. They also measure up similarly in time line. Usually when someone gets blindsided in a relationship, it’s pretty early in the courtship. You think the first 6-12 months have been great and boom, you’re getting dumped over email. Many times with unexpected death, it’s a person young in life and they had so much potential as they grew older. When death is expected, it’s almost welcomed. Not because you dislike the person who is sick, but simply because you care about them so much, you don’t want them to suffer anymore. Or perhaps the person is a shell of themselves, no longer able to properly function, and basically incapable of living without life support. But when that person passes, most people have already come to terms with the inevitable and although we still mourn, we have beliefs that the decreased is in a better place. Relationships work the same way, after years and years of growing apart, and not being able to resolve disputes, the two parties come to realize the last few years was basically a slow death, and it’s time to let it go. And yes it hurts, but because the couple has seen the writing on the wall for quite some time, it just doesn’t hurt as much. Perhaps, I’m in denial, but I don’t think so. I just think after working so hard to make things right, well, you can only do so much before you’re on empty. I think the Lady and I have been running on fumes for the last 2 months, and those are all gone now.

So now comes the point of how badly should I hurt? I will always care for her wellbeing, but there is such a relief knowing I don’t have to walk on eggshells anymore. I can do what I want when I want without having to answer to anyone but myself. I don’t have to be concerned with making someone else happy while sacrificing my own happiness. Who I am right now, is who I will be for the next person, and she will love me for who I am now, and not simply what she wants me to be.

So this leads to two conversations I’ve had with people over the last couple of nights. I was out with my coworkers, and I came to hear the story about how one of them met her husband. Basically, without going into long details, she was at a work party, met a guy and just fell for him. The twist is she was engaged at the time and her future husband had a gf too. As a result of reading this, you may say, “What a whore?” or “That guy is such a jerk!” But even though they were in relationships, there had to be something wrong with the situation to begin with, and they found love in each other at the right time. Hence maybe there isn’t a grieving period, maybe you just jump right back in when you feel it. I don’t think I believe in a rebound relationship. I’m pretty sure people have rebound sex, but I don’t think people just jump back into a relationship after a bad one has ended just to get over the ex. If you get into a relationship sooner than later, hopefully it’s because you have seen a lot of what you didn’t have in the new person.

But that gets to convo #2. Last night I was at a bar talking to a girl who was a friend of a friend, and she asked me if I thought people came into your life at a certain time for a certain reason. I said no, and told her why…..but a little later in the night, I found out another girl there, who I had met a few times and had hit it off with every time we met is getting divorced from her husband. So that brings back into question, do people actually come into your life at certain times for certain reasons? So what do I do? And what does this mean? Did we both end things with our significant others at approximately the same time and just run into each other just as coincidence? Is there a period I’m supposed to wait before doing anything and how do I know if she’s looking for something? I mean she’s going through a divorce, which has to be much worse that ending things with a gf. But what if the original girl asked that question because she had an interest in me, and we actually were getting along extremely well. Did we come into contact for a specific reason at this particular time? And let me also mention that they both were pushing for me to join them for NYE. How does a guy like me not seem like a sleaze, but also not want to risk losing an opportunity to get to know someone, even in a casual way where more of a friendship gets developed as opposed to a relationship. And am I stone cold for even thinking like this literally days after the Lady decided to call us quits? Idk, maybe it's the age, maybe it's the holiday season where I just want to keep myself happy, or maybe I've just been so prepared for death that I'm not as phased as I thought I would be? Time will tell my friends, but how much is the mystery.

Friday, December 21, 2007

iPod Friday

Working from home today and Monday. So I've just had music going all's three songs that came on thus far..

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Results Five Days Earlier...

So after two mornings of having a 20 min drive take 60 mins or longer due to all the snow on the streets and sidewalks, I'm actually into work on time today and my inbox is pretty empty right now. Huzzah! Time for a post. So Sunday morning, I'm sitting on the couch when the Lady comes into the livingroom and says the four words that scare men shitless, "I missed my period." Oh no. But she had recently switched birth control pills and I know that causes abnormalities in a woman's cycle therefore I wasn't as worried. Plus, we have only had sex once in the last month(phenomenal love life huh), and because of the birth control switch over I insisted we use a condom, I had a little more relief. Fast forward to Monday, I'm at the grocery store and figure while I'm there I'll pick up a home pregnancy test. The feeling of buying this was far worse than anytime I've bought condoms. It's like the ultimate feeling of fucking up, and people know it. So I hide the kit under some hamburger buns and ground beef and made a b-line for the self check out line. Well, the first line had two lesbians fighting over being over charged. One just wanted to pay the additional $3.75 while the other said and I quote "This is bullshit!" Wow, strong feelings over $3.75. Sooooo, I move to another self check line and the guy there is all finish, but his receipt isn't printing out. He's all concerned because he used his credit card and his number is on there...doesn't he realize only the last four digits of your number show up on the receipt? Anyway, he walks away, I start scanning my items, leaving clear blue easy for last. I scan it, and it come back half way down the conveyor belt, "Please scan item again, credit $14.99." I do it again, same shit, but this time "Please wait for a store representative to help you with this item." Awesome. So this older lady, I'd say about 60 and the original receiptless guy come back, and all my items were by the bagging area, expect for my babymaker test. I'm feeling real good right about now. She can't get a back up receipt to print, and then realizes the printer is out of paper. Joy! She changes the paper, about 10 receipts come flying out, and the man gets his and leaves. Then the lady tries to help me with my last item, and I nicely excuse her from that duty. Finally, it scans, I pack swiftly, and hustle out of there. Not an enjoyable scene...but it was all worth it because after peeing on the strip, I heard the three words most loved my men "I'm not pregnant!" Blessed days are here!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

I'm Tired...

Seriously, wtf…it’s like everything I do these days is wrong. How the hell do I end up on the shit list for doing a good deed. On Thursday, we had a pretty big snow storm up here. One of my co-workers normally takes public transportation and happened to have a bunch of stuff to carry this particular day. So me being the nice guy I am offered to drive my coworker home. Now, I figure I’m being a good Samaritan by doing this. Who cares if it delays my ride home by a couple of hours, I was still going to get home eventually. Well anyway, the Lady is all pissed about this, god knows why. So I got the silent treatment when I got home that night. So, the next day, I was told that she was going out for a friend’s birthday that night. So, I parked in the near spot by the apt building, knowing that I would have to leave shortly to go to my final exam. The Lady shows up, and she’s pissed that I parked in the spot when she had things to carry. How was I supposed to know she was coming home? I was told she was going out with people, am I a mind reader? So anyway, I’ve been civil all day today, but she’s been a mute. Well, until 2 mins ago when she said she’s upset because I choose to spent time with another women (my coworker) over her. Honestly, driving for 2 hours in a snow storm is not my idea of spending time with anyone. Plus, I had no idea the Lady wanted to use that afternoon for quality time. She allegedly called my office phone, but didn’t leave a message and didn’t call my cell phone either…all I know is if I call someone’s office phone, and get no answer and I really want to speak with them, I’m calling their cell or calling the office line back within 10 mins. I’m so tired of explaining myself. I’m so tired of every decision I make being questioned. I’m so tired of not being able to go with my first instinct as opposed to thinking about how the Lady will react. I’m just tired…

Friday, December 14, 2007

iPod Friday...Compromised!!!

So because of the royal dump Mother Nature took on New England yesterday, a bunch of places have delays this morning, resulting in the Lady being in the apartment way longer than she normally would be. I actually left before her this morning, so I couldn't perform my usual Friday morning jackassary to the tunes. So instead, this Friday is just based on music I heard on my ride into work. I still danced in the car, no changing that...I'm like Ellen, I dance all the time and love to munch please...

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Everything I Love: Goya Soda

I don't even drink soda that often but Goya soda is the best fruit flavored carbonated drink on the planet! Fanta is good no doubt, but other than grape and orange I can never find the other flavors. They advertise the pineapple and strawberry, but I never see it. And they allegedly have apple and peach soda too, but I have never seen those either. But Goya on the other hand, maaaaaaan, all I have to do is walk down the international foods isle in the grocery store and there is a bounty. Pineapple, grape, fruit punch, strawberry and the greatest flavor of all time cola champagne! They have a bunch of others like mandarin orange, lemon-lime, sangria, but I stick to the original six listed above. PLUS, they only come in glass bottles and everyone knows soda out of a glass bottle tastes far better than out of a can or plastic bottle. Last night, I was sick of drinking water all day, so I chugged a pineapple with the quickness, such deliciousness. Get yo'self some!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Dancing in the Bar...

Ah drunk blogging, it's the best...anyway...I'm out tonight, having fun for a friend's bday and all night long I'm just minding my own BI and chillin with my crew. Around 1:40 a chick asks me to we're dancing, nothing out of line and like 2 mins later her friend grabs her away from me. This is just something I have never understood. The girl made the choice to hang out with me...I never approach women 1) because of the Lady, and 2) because I'm just not that aggressive dude. But anyway, I never understood that whole chick thing when one girl decides "Oh, she can't dance with you."'s not like anything bad is going on. If the girl is hanging out with a sleazy dude that just wants to bang her fine, protect your friend....but when a guy as hands off as I am is the just trying to entertain, why grab her....I just don't get guess is because in the past all the other guys did just want to bang her....I hate "those guys" that give guys like me a bad rap...

Saturday, December 8, 2007

A New Queen is Crowned

So back in the day, around 2002-2004, to pass the time at work my boy EB and I used to play Marry, Fuck or Kill. I'm sure you have done this, you pick three people and determine who you would marry, just fuck once or kill. The goal was either to pick three absolutely hideous people, or three ridiculously hot people. EB pretty much had the then Mrs. Lachey as his untouchable current marry girl, and no one else was going to be my future wife other than Torrie Wilson of WWE and Playboy fame. So anyway, we played this game for a good 6 months over IM and I think it culminated in 2004 when we established Sports Illustrated model Ashley Richardson circa 1991-1992 was the the pinnacle. This was due to us adding a time period element to the game, for example you could pit Heather Locklear 1982 vs Heather Locklear 2000. Also just as a sidebar, we had come to a mutual conclusion that anyone that had been f'ed by Dennis Rodman, Tommy Lee, Kid Rock, Fred Durst and such were never marriage material.

So where am I going with this, I think I have finally found someone to replace Ashley at the top. I've always known she was hot, but until the Victoria's Secret show the other night it really didn't hit me. Marisa Miller may have claimed the top spot overall for me. She has it all. She got it from the front, the back...she has the feathered hair, the legs(please ignore Seal and watch the video from 1:51-2:01, actually nothing wrong with watching the whole thing). Like all good things, Miss. Richardson's reign had to come to an end, but long live the new queen...

Friday, December 7, 2007

iPod Friday

Posting before I leave for work so I'm motivated to post again during the the damn thing...

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

More 2 Girls 1 Cup Fun...

I refuse to post the link to that movie, but this essay on it is hilarious...thanks EB, I'd credit the author, but I have no idea who it is...

Monday, December 3, 2007

And I Thought it was Cold Outside...

Lots to post about from the weekend, hopefully I have the time. But really quick, I just wanted to write on something I saw today, well two things that are related. We had some snow last night and this morning, nothing too serious just heavy and wet. While driving to work, I spied a man walking around in shorts and sneakers. This man clearly was not homeless or anything like that...maybe he had just come from the gym. But I mean its 33 degrees outside which snow on the ground and "wintry mix" falling from the sky. What gives? Then I'm two minutes from work and I see a fat man with no top on, man boobs everywhere, wearing a pair of red mesh gym shorts and a red knit hat walking around with a shovel. Once again, what gives?!?! I can't make any sense of this.

Friday, November 30, 2007

iPod Friday

This Friday sucks, I have class tonight, but at least my Ace Rob will be in town and we get to hang out some on Saturday..horray beer! To the music...

Thursday, November 29, 2007

The Work Lull

Today is one of those days at work where for some reason absolutely nothing is coming my way. Email, got nothing but baseball(Santana trade rumors) and football(NFL Network) chatter from my boys. Phone, just one call this morning, put together some numbers, and it was out the door. I swear all my jobs throughout my time as a working professional have been like this. I get ridiculously busy 2 weeks a month, and the other 2 weeks I kinda just coast. I guess this happens because of two reasons. 1) When work is on my desk, I plow through it. I don't take breaks, lunch or anything else. I just get the job done. This in turn leads me to finish things quite fast. 2) The nature of my job is based around data. But until that data is loaded and reconciled, unless there is random ad-hoc reports to do, I'm just chillin'. I mostly deal with monthly data, but now and then weekly data gets handled. Now some of you may take this for laziness, but it really isn't. My company does these things called one on ones. Basically weekly one on one meetings with your direct supervisor. At first I thought these were crazy, like micromanagement. But I've come to see the value in them. They keep me engaged with my manager and it usually sets up my schedule for the upcoming week and allows me to prioritize my work load. So every week a bunch of things get handed off to me. The problem is what I referred to as #1, instead of taking 5 days to get through them I get it all done in 2 or 3, 4 if you catch me in the second week of the month. But back to my point, my mgr knows exactly what's on my plate every week, and gets copied on all the ad-hoc requests that come my way, so she knows I get plenty of stuff to do. Also, I always tell her if she needs to push some stuff on me, feel free.

So this "problem" so to speak causes problems twofold. 1) Everyone else around me seems to be buzzing all the time. Of course when people work in departments like distribution and compliance they need to be on their game daily. But I just wonder if I'm really not pulling my weight, or if come review time this will be an issue. I've been told great things so far, but am I really doing enough. 2) When not "working" I have to come up with creative ways to look busy. We all know about that. My problem is that I'm in a heavy traffic area and I can't see when people are behind me. I've gotten really good at listening to footsteps, but still, it's hard to really get into a blog posting while I'm on alert. So today, to seem productive I'm doing on line training that's not due until January. What else, I made a nifty spreadsheet that will need to be distributed and updated to the field, I think my boss thought it would take me a couple days to do it. God bless vlookup. But while doing these, I flip back and front between my Google Reader and meebo. I'm writing this post, but I do it in Outlook. What sucks is the formatting gets screwed up during the pasting into blogger. If I had any motivation I'd do school work now, which involves excel, so it looks work related. BLAH!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Post TG Update

So I guess it’s time for the obligatory Thanksgiving recap that most if not all bloggers write. Yeah mine is a tad late, but I got things to do these days. Anyway, let’s begin with Wednesday, the professed biggest party night of the year. How on earth did this get wheels? I’ve been out plenty of times on Thanksgiving Eve and imo, Halloween and NYE top it. Unless you’re still living in the same town you went to high school in, and all the successful people come back for the holiday to laugh at all the losers that never made it out, then this should not be the biggest party night of the year. Anyway, instead of going out, I stayed in and hung out with the Lady since we would be going out separate ways for the majority of the weekend.

Thursday we got up fairly early, cleaned the apt a little, sorted some laundry to take to our parents homes and she rolled out. I chilled for a moment making sure to grab all the crap I was going to need until Saturday, clothes, stuff for class, dvds and assorted other crap. Then it was off to the fam. I arrived and Dad was cooking up some breakfast sandwiches, always good stuff. Then Mom got burning in the kitchens, my folks house has two kitchens, actually three, but the two in the main house is because it was built by and lived in by a Portuguese architect and there is some old school thing they have about multiple kitchens. The house also has bidets in the bathrooms, which is probably one of the things I miss most about not living there. Knowing your ass is shower fresh clean all the time is a tremendously good feeling. Anyway, about 15 mins into the Lions game, my Dad cracks open the scotch I bought him, and we proceed to drink scotch and beer(not mixed), a weird combo he’s been all about for awhile. The apps start to come out and I’m scarfing. Eventually sooner than later the oil is hot enough in the fryer to dunk the bird in. More drinking and football watching before we chow. I’m still stuffed from the meatballs, asian wings, ribs and shrimp I ate as apps, so I can only get through one plate, and that’s without hitting up the lasagna. I eat, and pass out from the itis. I wake up and cut a slice of pie and toss some ice cream on it as my final portion of the night before falling back asleep on the couch. Good day.

Friday I started the day watching Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, decent, but far from great. Began writing a paper due this week, and before I knew it I had to head to the Lady’s folks place to meet up and go out to dinner with her bro, his wife, her cousin and his wife. All cool peeps, but they have all had babies recently and one is expecting again. So I knew the convo was going to be all baby talk…which it was for 90 mins. Dinner ended and I sat at the bar and watched the Celtics and Lakers. Night over, drove back to the fam and crashed.

Saturday got up and went to a local sports bar to watch UVA and Tech. UVA was awful, but I wasn't expecting a win, and beer, nachos and friends made up for the game's outcome. I then headed back to the apt. Talked to the crew to figure out if there was anything going on and of course the Party Planner knew the djs at two bars. We hit the first, this joint called the Middlesex Lounge. I had been there once before and the dj was hot, mixed in current stuff with funk from the 70s and 80s pop. The first song I heard when I got there was Nightshift by the Commodores, I knew the night was going to be good from then. The Party Planner and her peeps arrived and we chilled there for a minute. The music was good, but there was something off about the crowd. Maybe they were too old, or lacked rhythm, not sure…I’m usually all for the olds and awkward having a good time, but there was something else wrong, I think we all felt it, so we bounced out to this jumpoff called Saint. The Party Planner knew the dj there and one of the bartenders, so free drinks were going down. We go dance, mingle, head back to the front bar and who do I see coming down the stairs, my man Flynn from high school who now lives in Nashville. Man, idk why, but I got crazy emotional, him and I go way back, and with him down south, we hardly ever get to chill. Even at his wedding this spring, he had to be under control, so it wasn’t typical foolishness. Literally 20 seconds after exchanging man hugs, Flynn is buying rounds of Irish Carbombs, trouble. Let’s just say the night gets blurry after that, and the next thing I know, my crew is at News for breakfast. Ah Eggs Benedict at 2:30am, so so good.

At the end of the night, my boy gives me a lift back to my car and had a bottle of maple syrup fresh from Vermont for me. He's new woman is up there and I was telling him how once you have fresh genuine maple syrup you can't go back to the crap they sell in the supermarket. That's a friend for you man...I get home and crash on the couch.

Sunday comes and I'm on the couch most of the day before it's time to drive back to to the folks place and head to Gillette Stadium for the Pats/Eagles game. We decide not to tailgate cause most of our crew is running late. We get to our seats and settle in with a couple large Killian's Reds. As a football fan, I was happy to see a close game. At half time, I met up with my old boss and his wife. My old boss is only a year older than me, so we have a great relationship. We catch up a bit, talk about the "old times" and how we need get the old job crew out to a Celtics game before heading back to the seats. Asante Samuel picks off what seems to be AJ Feely's worst pass of the night and the game is over. I go to the vendors and buy 2 hot dogs and a pretzel for $2, best deal ever at the Stadium. Time to head home and pass out...

Luckily I took Monday off to sleep in and get some more school work done. Honestly, this was one of the best TG weekends in recent memory. Now we're in the holiday season and shit is going down every sleep til 2008...

Friday, November 23, 2007

It's Not Like Cold Pizza...

So I literally was just clicking through channels on TV and landed on one of the Jesus channels were some kids were talking about heaven and how no one really knows what it feels like to be in heaven. So my out loud response was "Heaven feels like eternally being in a warm vagina." But then I got to thinking, is there such thing as a cold vagina? I mean, it's inside the body, it has to be warm right? The only way I think anyone could experience a cold vagina is if they happened to be a necrophiliac. I guess there was no need for the warm to describe what I think heaven is like.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Randy Moss: MVP?

I typically would not link a story to my blog, especially a Jason Whitlock article, but I think this is pretty damn valid...

Get Yo'Self Some Turkey...Fried if You're Lucky...

Hey all,
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, if the mood strikes me and I'm drunk enough on the Glenrothes who knows what could end up on here. Along with feasting and watching the NFL, I'll be engrossed in the UVa-Va-Tech game for the opportunity to meet Boston College in the ACC championship. Go Hoos!!!! Love life my people!

Note: I'm an idiot, I thought the UVA-Tech game was today, it's Saturday...I'm a jackass...

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


So I'm being forced to watch the Oprah's Favorite Things episode with the Lady. This has got to be one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen. I have no problem with people getting free stuff, and I'd be excited about getting a free $800 digital video camera, which is the most expensive thing on the show after just 10mins, allegedly there is more to come. Anyway, all these women are yelling hysterically and some are actually crying over getting free cupcakes and blenders, I shit you not, blenders. I'm not kidding about the crying either, some of these women are in tears over being at this show. I mean, it's damn cool Oprah does this, but she also makes it seem like this is some covert Navy Seal mission to hide these gifts. It's like FedEx is the new arm of the Secret Service. Here's the really crazy thing, she's in Macon, GA, where 45% of the population watch her show daily. Do these people work? What kind of town is this, how does it operate on a daily basis?

Okay, now they are going nuts over a sandwich...I mean wtf...So now I'm impressed, a refrigerator with an HDTV in/on it...but hell, when would I use it, the kitchen is for the women...haha...I keed I keed...and now we're back to these women being pathetic, they are going back shit over sorbet...jeebus christ, cupcakes, sandwiches and time you chicks are complaining about how you can't fit into your jeans blame Oprah...

Ah, now she's giving away clothes fit for a 300lbs person. Good call Opes, chub up all the women in the world and make them comfortable about it. Let's add a dvd collection so these people can continue to pile on the pounds during the 23 hours they aren't watching Oprah. A woman just grabbed her chest like she was having a heart attack over a $250 gift card to Target...when I think gift cards I think Banana Republic, Pottery Barn, but Target....whatever floats your boat...

Enough...I need some hooters to remasculate me...

iPod Friday...on Wednesday

Since this week is abbreviated due to Thanksgiving, we'll have iPod Friday today! Huzzah for dancing in my underpants...

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Take a Second Look...

So mentioned in one of the first posts ever, I'm a big fan of the female backside. It's a wonderful thing, and I like all different types, I even like what my friends have deemed the cracker ass. This is the ass that has little shape to it at all, and is almost as flat as a pancake, but for some reason it looks right on some women. Usually taller, skinny women have this characteristic. But here's when the cracker ass goes wrong, and that's when women wear jeans that allow the back pockets on the jeans to fold up where the ass meets the back of the thigh. This look is terrible. Do you women realize this when you try on the jeans? Probably not since you can't see your ass while walking, and a stand alone look in the mirror in a changing room won't show the pocket fold. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with you in general, just the style of jean you choose. Pick something with smaller pockets, or pockets that aren't positioned so low. Or better yet, don't wear jeans at all and stick with skirts and black pants, or anything without a pocket in the back area. Just a helpful hint from DCD, cause I love ya...

Monday, November 19, 2007

The Weekend Went...

Ah, another Monday, how the weekend comes and goes so quickly. So here's a little recap. Friday night, I chilled in and watched Transformers, the Michael Bay version. Not bad at all. It was fun seeing certain tie ins with the original series. Like how Bumblebee was actually sitting next to a yellow VW bug when he was first introduced, and how Prime was able to generate an axe made of energy from his arm as he was able to in the first episode of the original series. I was a little angry that Jazz, clearly a black character was killed off. This better mean Soundwave and/or Blaster will be in the second movie. I was also disappointed that Ironhide wasn’t a redneck. That was part of his charm in the cartoon. He was like an old southern grandfather, but not racist. Prime is still clearly the man. I really can't think of another cartoon character that all other cartoon characters should bow down to other than Optimus. Megatron as anything other than a hand gun just doesn't do it for me. I mean these robots have ridiculous weapons and in the movie actually kill humans, so you're telling me the idea of Megatron transforming into a gun sends the message of violence that's stronger than what's already in the script? I also wish they were able to use the original voices of Megatron and Starscream. I'm assuming Starscream will play a much bigger role in the second movie based on the open ending of the first, and that Galvatron will most likely be created from Megatron. Frenzy and Devastator were probably my fav Decepticons in the movie. Frenzy because he reminded me of the Krimzek character from the original series and Devastator because he just looked badass in his vehicle mode. Other than Prime, Bumblebee was cool, but seriously, he was a puss in series, now he's a pimp and basically hooks up Sam with the hotness Megan Fox. Kind of weird. Anyway, being the geek I am, I started searching the web for leaks on the second movie. My guesstimation is that the series will run similar to the original Star Wars trilogy, where good wins in the first, evil triumphs in the second and good eliminates evil in the third.

Saturday I got a haircut, and met up with my dad to go to a Lexus driving event. You get to go to a closed course and test drive all the models. We've done this with Mercedes-Benz and GM in the past. I have to say, I'm not in love with Lexus. Their low end models are just too small. The RX SUV is far from an acceptable SUV. The GS and LS were pretty nice, but if you're going to spend that kind of money on a car, just get a Benz, Acura or Infiniti instead.

Later that night I went to see Dane Cook. I don't care if people are turning against him and his comedy styling and those damn MLB commercials, the man is funny. His movies might suck, but his stand up is great. It's been awhile since I laughed for 90mins straight at a comedy show. Sunday I went to buy new jeans, I have a new obsession with nice jeans. Like jeans that cost over $150. The washes just look awesome. But I can't find a pair that fit me right. Most notably, I'm all into the Seven for all Mankind brand. But no matter what pair I try, I end up with a moose knuckle, and thee is nothing pretty about that. I will find a pair that fits damn it! Then I bought a new phone on-line. I needed to upgrade badly since my current phone still has the old red Sprint logo on it. I hate Sprint phones in general, but their plans are just so much better than the rest of the major carries, that I just deal with not having the options in handsets like Verizon customers.

Hopefully being Thanksgiving week it'll be slow in the office. If so, that means more from the dome of DCD.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Everything I Love: A New Series

So I've decided every once in awhile I'm going to write about something I genuinely enjoy, things that I am passionate about. This idea was spawn while engrossed in the search for free porn on the internet, a never ending journey all men are involved in. There is plenty of porn out there, but there is never enough, we all need something new on the regular. Anyway, I stumbled upon a site (NSFW) and it took my breath away. Strangely because I typically don't dig still photos, but this site truly embraced what I love about the female form, and most importantly the beauty of the vagina. This my friends is what I love. Now I'm not talking about pussy. All heterosexual men love pussy. Pussy is something you fuck, vagina is God's art work. Most men probably don't really like vagina. Some refuse to please it orally, they complain about it potentially being loose, and a bunch of other BS. But I seriously have a love for vagina, well...a nice vagina. The site linked above has the most perfect vags I've ever seen. It's such an amazing part of the body. I dig it all, and there isn't one type I don't like. Large clitoris, small clitoris, cute little labia, labia that are all out there, puffy vagina or vag that has no protrusion at all. I simply love them. I've examined women's vaginae like I was a gynecologist.

Now there are some things that is necessary for a nice vag. One, it has to be clean. Clean means as little odor, hopefully none, as possible. It should also be well groomed. Waxed, shaved whatever...but no significant bush, it's necessary to see the details. An ideal vagina has no razor bumps or other bumps from say STDs, yuck. Although it's more of a visual thing, taste is a big deal too. Now although I have no idea what these girls taste like, I'd like to imagine they taste like skin. I know that sounds weird, but clean skin doesn't have a taste to begin with, so you should get where I'm coming from, and vagina is all skin. Nothing like vagina right out of the shower. A person may say, "Well all the girls on that site are skinny and attractive, do you like vaginae on fat, ugly women?" The simply answer is no. A big sloppy gut probably means a big sloppy, smelly, hairy vagina. Also, if I'm not attracted to the chick in other areas prior to seeing the vagina, I'm not going make the enough to see her vagina.

Anyway, this concludes my first Everything I Love post...and I am glad the vagina was the jump off subject...

iPod Fridays

So I guess the Lady is feeling good today, while in the shower she switched the boxers I had originally laid out with some that have little hearts on them...she bought these not me...not a bad way to start the morning, and on top of that, I think it's a particularly good iPod Friday...I personally feel like I introduced the first song to the UVa party scene back in the day...

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Hell Week...

Def not in the fraternal sense...but between work, school, home and's been a week of hell...but at least I have lots of idea stockpiling for next week...

Friday, November 9, 2007

iPod Fridays

And now the second installment of iPod Fridays. As described last week, on Friday mornings I get to dance around my apt by myself to celebrate getting through the week. Some people go out for a drink, others smoke, I dance...well I imbibe too, but not at 8am. Anyway, let's hit it...

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Commenting, It's a Tough Job, but Someone's Gotta Do It...

So in my short time stepping up to the keyboard and blogging again, I have realized blogging is hard. It's funny, I have at least 5 different ideas to write about during the day, but by the time I actually have a free moment to write about them, poof...they have disappeared. Maybe I should carry around a tape recorder like Norm McDonald in Dirty Work. I still laugh like a 12 year old whenever I hear "Note to self, buy ass wart cream for giant wart on ass." I'm actually giggling to myself right now. Anyway, as hard as blogging is, keeping up with blogs and commenting on posts is even harder. I probably have close to a hundred subscriptions on my Google reader, not all are active, but those that are active fill up my unread list like crazy. It's a task just to get my items to read down to under 70 by the end of the day. Kinda sad that I actually consider that a daily task...So not only is reading time consuming, but let's say you want to be really involved in the life of a blogger, then you have to start commenting. So then, the first issue is that, well, you have to read everything. Second, you have to read it in a timely fashion, commenting on a post 3 days after it was written just doesn't have the same effect. I'm a commenter on Deadspin under a totally different name. Not because I'm funny, I just happen to be good friends with the combudsman Rob Iracane from back in the day, so when he got the job, he offered me the comment ability. It's always about who you know in life. Anyway, Deadspin is like a showcase of talent, and people literally wait for posts to publish so they can get their funny on. By the time I get around to reading the article there have been about 35 comments on it and one if not more has already made the point/joke I was going to make. Not crying sour grapes, but seriously, it's like a job to be a commenter on there. I was considering going to the Newark Pants Party, but no one will have a clue who I am. I comment on the Fanhouse now and then, but that's usually to point out the errors in logic of some other commenter, and trust me, some of the Fanhouse posters are complete morons, and I based this simply on things like using all caps or all lowercase, writing everything in IM speak, or the constant cursing out of people that lambasted them for their one-sided opinions. A few other blogs I'll comment on once in awhile, and there is maybe one blog I truly stay committed to commenting on, but's not easy out there...

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

What Peeves DCD?

For no good reason, I've decided to post things I severely dislike these days (hate is too strong a word). Let's begin:

I Heart _________

This is just so awful, if you love something, just say so. Seriously, can someone let me know the point of this?

Something McSomethingElse

Okay, I'll admit, I watched Grey's Anatomy the first two seasons, and the whole McDreamy thing was fine, then came McSteamy, that's when I turned the show off. Afterwards Steely McBeam showed up, and that absolutely killed it. The greatest "Mc" name of all time was Tipsy McStagger, and I refuse to specifically name where it comes from because if you don't know, I probably shouldn't be your friend anyway. But this came out back in 1991. It's been 16 years people, let it die!

Why are some people still poppin' their collars? It was a moronic trend when it first came out, and the fact that some people are still holding on to it baffles me. I am not a violent person by nature, but the urge to punch these douches in the face always flows through me when I see anyone walking around looking like this. I'm all for freedom of expression, but seriously, all that's being expressed here is douchery.

How did that Soulja Boy song get so popular? It really is the dumbest song I have heard in years, and there are plenty of dumb songs out there. But I do notice that all the YouTube videos and such are from Southern schools, which could be the answer to my question as is. But is this hot in NYC or LA? Is it getting play because there is a simplistic dance associated with it? That's probably it. Like the Electric Slide/Macarena, this song allows people who really can't dance the idea that they can dance. When I hear it in Boston and I immediately wonder how can a city with so many college educated people get down to this foolishness. But...I do laugh at the concept of Supermanning a ho. Trust me, if I thought the Lady would take it as a joke, it would have been done months ago.

Anyone that consistently does something else while driving. This includes:

  • talking on a cell phone (hands free/bluetooth I have no issues with)
  • putting on make-up
  • reading the newspaper or any book (a singular page of directions is fine)
  • checking out yourself in any mirror (allowable at a stop light very briefly)
  • talking at the passengers and not to passengers (talking at specifically causes a person to look away from the road and at the passenger for several seconds at a time)
  • anything which prevents a driver from realizing a light is no longer red
  • stopping and waiting when there is not a No Turn on Red sign
  • getting in the wrong lane and at the last minute deciding they want to switch out
  • not using a turn signal
  • not noticing that there is a big delivery truck double parked in the right lane, bypassing all the traffic in the left lane, and expecting to be allowed to back into the people who waited their turn

I've gotten to the point where I'm putting my own car at risk to prove my point to these people. For example, the delivery truck thing happened yesterday, and this dude decided he wasn't going to stop and get into my lane when there was space, he was going force his way in because he drove an Acura MDX. So what did I do, I kept on driving with the intent of having him hit me (yes, I know not smart, but he drove an Acura, and I figured he didn't want to damage his vehicle), and luckily I drive an SUV as well, so I'd be pretty safe in such a collision. But he realized he wasn't getting in, and then pulled up to me with the "You're an asshole, and I'm entitled look." So I gave him the black man stare, which basically says, "If you want to fuck with me, I will fuck you up." The great thing about being black is that you don't actually have to be able to fuck a guy up, most people just think you're packin' anyway, so just the look is usually enough. But I digress, the bottom line is it annoys me. And if you do anything like the above mentioned, apologetically wave to the person you dicked over, trust simply gesture can turn a situation from potential road rage to a forgotten instance.

More on the brain coming later...

Monday, November 5, 2007

So Clearly I'm a Mind Reader...

So I’ve never claimed to know anything about women. I know something about baseball and football. I know how to dance and how to make other people dance. I know a little bit about single malt scotch, and I know how to use excel, but women, I know zilch. So anyway, the Lady and I have been having problems for the last month. I thought things were getting better, I even received a Halloween card and candy in my laptop bag last week. Then all of a sudden, the war is on again this weekend. She gets mad because I didn’t ask her how her Friday night was, mind you I had no idea she even had plans that night. I was going to the Celtics season opener, which also entails going out to bars afterwards. So when I came home, she was asleep on the couch with the tv on. My assumption, she fell asleep on the couch which watching tv. So why would I ask how her night was? I was never told she was going out. No email, no text, no call. If anyone should be upset it’s me right? Or am I wrong? But regardless, I was glad she went out, I encourage her outings. But anyway, she took it as me not having an interesting in her life. Huh? How could I have an interest if I didn’t know what you were doing? So, talks about breaking up are resurfacing. Not fun times, but DCD rolls on. As always some lyric gets in my head for the situation: "Girl I gotta do what I gotta do, change my life, make things right..." for better or worse...

Friday, November 2, 2007

iPod Fridays Are Here

So every Friday when I have the apt to myself in the morning, I turn on my iPod and get up offa my thang, and work out all the jive that has built up during the week. So anyway, my iPod is always set to random and I never have playlists set up, so I figured I'd posted the songs that made me feel good before heading out, they don't have to be harlem shakers or anything like that. Now I'm not saying I have the best taste in music, but I have a fun taste in music, and that's good enough for me....

Thursday, November 1, 2007

We're Giving Away Rings!!! Who Wants One?!?!

Okay, so the Sox won the World Series, we all know that, and back in 2004, they gave out somewhere around the neighborhood of 500 championship rings. Now that's an awful lot considering only 25 men make the playoff roster, but I think back then it was an honorable thing to do. Obviously the players, managers, staff, trainers, owners, execs, etc...all the people that had a direct effect on what took place on the field, whether it was playing, keeping guys healthy, or paying and signing players, they deserved a ring. But then the front office, the announcers, the NESN people, and practically anyone that worked for the organization got a ring too...which was fine imo as well, if I worked in finance for the Sox, I would damn sure want a ring too. I'm pretty sure the Pats do the same thing as I have a high school buddy that works in accounting for the Pats and he got a ring for their last championship. Then finally, a lot of the retired guys that still have a deep rooted association with the Sox got a ring, the Johnny Peskys, the Luis Tiants, the Yazs, and I think that was a classy act, honor those that came before while celebrating the now. But that was 2004. It's 2007 now, and from what I have heard, the band The Dropkick Murphys is being considered by the Sox brass to receive rings?!!?? Are you freakin' kidding me?!!?! All they do is play this annoying song Tessie, which is horrible, and I don't care if it is the adopted theme of the Sox, it's just such a bad cover it's not even funny. I think they play the song Papelbon does his jig to as well, but is this deserving of a ring?!?!? This is a joke. Down South, where high school football is king, when you're on a championship team and you get a ring, it mean something, get respect even as a drunk, out of work, washed up shell of yourself...but these guys, what kind of respect should they get?!!? They aren't part of the organization; they are simply fans that covered a song that for whatever reason got picked up by the Sox. Now, I'm not saying the band is at fault at all, if the Sox said "DCD, we want you to have a ring because drank a lot of beer at Fenway this season," I'm getting my finger sized immediately. But the Sox brass has to draw the line somewhere, these rings are supposed to be precious, and designed for those that truly earned them, not some clunky band that was in the right place at the right time.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Show Me What You Got....

So I’m a pretty well dressed man. I’m not saying I’m up with all the current styles, but know how to present myself. I have at least some sort of idea of what men’s fashion is about, but I def don’t know what’s going on in women’s fashion. So forgive me if this trend has been around for awhile now, but what’s up with the black tights/leggings with nothing else? No skirt, not under jeans, just leggings! I was driving through one of the major university areas yesterday and all the girls were wearing them. And trust me I’m not complaining, and to be honest I’m a big fan. These things are like full length underwear. Every curve can clearly be seen, and they are so form fitting it’s almost like you don’t have to imagine what’s under there. What’s even better as of now is that only chicks with tight lower halves are wearing them, at least that I’ve seen. No chubs trying to squeeze into them. I thought all hope for something like this was lost when sorority pants went out of style. For those of you not familiar, sorority pants were hot around 1998-2002, they were just those tight pants, usually black, but sometimes white or tan that all sorority girls wore. Anyway, they were great for playing one of my fav games, spot the thong…but I digress. With these new leggings, I don’t even know if a girl can wear a thong with them, they are that tight. You can’t wear these to the bar or club, but for whatever reason, they are perfectly acceptable to grab a slice of pizza in…if the trend is for women to wear more minimalist clothing…I’m all for it…

Monday, October 29, 2007

Huzzah Red Sox....

So today is a good day. The Boston Red Sox are World Champions for the 2nd time in 4 years...not too shabby. I stayed up late, enjoyed some decent baseball, I wouldn't call it good because the Rockies just didn't show up. I don't say this out of arrogance, but a team that finishes the season and the NL side of the playoffs like they did, and then gets swept just wasn't mentally there....or maybe they just caught all the breaks they really needed for a month and a half, and basically against all odds ended up representing the NL...regardless, I like the Rockies, I like their young talent, and I really hope they can stay a dominant team in the NL for a few years. Funny thing about last night, and how I realized I'm old, back in 2004, I was one of those goofs you saw on TV running around Kenmore Square, dodging traffic, well most cars couldn't move, but high fiving random people in their vehicles, yelling, being happy...but last night I just preferred to be at home, and watch the madness. The thought of getting home after 2am on a Sunday night disgusted me. Very sad indeed...but it's all good...time to start thinking about '08....oh, and btw: A-Rod and Scott Boras disgust me...who thinks they are important enough to make a decision during the World Series and to avoid breaking MLB rules on press conferences during the World Series, Boras sent a text to break the news...what a jerk...please God, even though A-Rod is the best player in the game, and potentially the best player ever...just let the Sox resign Mike Lowell who loves this city and the city loves him...

Monday, October 22, 2007

The Hub of Sports

So instead of posting some ridiculous story about how my life is getting more screwed up by the day, I figured I would do what thousands of sports writers and just as many bloggers in the New England area are doing and talk about how great it is to be a fan in New England these days. I'm not doing this because I'm attempting to be obnoxious or anything like that, but as a true Boston sports fan, I'm just ecstatic right now.

First, how absurd are the Patriots? I mean seriously, 42 points in the first half? And I know it was against the Dolphins, so I'm not claiming this as a big time win, but the play was effortless. Tom Brady is either god or pulled off a deal with the devil because what he is able to do right now simply isn't fair. I really want to point out how amazing the offensive line is this year. Brady NEVER gets touch and literally can hang out in the pocket until a receiver gets open, which always seems to happen this year. I mean, between Moss, Welker and Stallworth, someone is always available. I'm trying not to look passed the Redskins, but the Colts game in 2 weeks will really be the determining factor on how good this team really is, and if it is realistically time to crown their asses.

As for the Red Sox, well, I'm thrilled...but maybe not as thrilled as other fans simply because they should be there. The Sox spent A TON of money in the off-season. Dice-K, Drew and Lugo all cost big bucks, and the acquisitions/extensions from prior years, Varitek, Schilling, Beckett and Lowell were not cheap either. The team had an advantage against every other team in the league from the get go. No other team had the same amount of balance at the plate, starting pitching and relief pitching as the Sox. So I'm glad they made it, and I'm not gloating, but when you spend to win now, you better win now. On the other side of that though, at least few players are on the roster that is just young talent excelling. Youk, Pedroia, Ellsbury/Crisp, Okajima, Paps, Delcarman and Buchholtz(not on the playoff roster, but still a contributor during the regular season) are all signs that it's not just spending wildly, but that our farm system and eye for talent elsewhere is pretty good. I think I was so vested in this year's team because of the decision that management made to play for 2007 and worry about 2008 later. Schilling will most likely be gone, Varitek, although the best in game manager in the league is showing signs of decline, Lowell had a tremendous season and will gage the market place based on what A-Rod signs for, and the decision to keep or trade Manny will come up again as usual. But anyway, I'm happy...things are good within the Nation and I hope to be celebrating on Landsdowne St again like I did in 2004.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The City of Brotherly Love

So I’ve been on business in Philly for the last 2 and a half days…nothing much to write home about, even though Philly seems much cooler as an adult than when I used to come here while I was in high school. Had this awesome dinner at this place Buddakan last night, god bless expensed meals, but I highly recommend it to anyone. We ate a lot and not one thing was bad. The highlights were def the calamari salad and duck in my opinion, the Sea Bass was really good to. Otherwise, the conference I’m at is kind of a bore...just not getting much out of it, so I might try and get to the airport early to see if I can jump on a earlier flight back home. All the other people I'm here with are taking off early or just skipping out on the last session, so why not do the same? Plus, I still have work to do for my classes this week, including going out to buy a new calculator because that's the only way you can work on finance these days. Seriously, I have this freakin $200 calculator(well it cost $200 about 12 years ago) and since I can't find the instructions, I have to buy another financial calculator so I can calculate the rate of return on a 15 year annuity, blah, blah blah....what a waste. My boy Ezel was going to come up for the weekend, but his work threw a wrench into the mix and now he can't make it....bastards. That would have helped take my mind off the heartbreak the Sox are causing me…anyway, I’ll have a more focused entry at some point in the near future….like tomorrow hopefully…