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So quick update in case you haven’t been paying attention, my partner in crime is visiting from out of state. This means that we’re SUPPOSED to be doing the mandatory tourist stuff but instead have been drinking too much and sleeping too late to get around to it. Well, yesterday, we decided to head to the Baseball Bar earlier so that we would have time to walk up and down my FAVORITE tourist spot … Lansdowne St. If you don’t already know – Lansdowne St is the street that the back of Fenway Park sits on. It’s basically a safe haven for any Eurotrash or over paying tourists, but I love it. It’s a line of bars and clubs with random names, some prestigious and some just down right disgusting. So we walked up Lansdowne just to check it out, circles half of Fenway Park and then decided we didn’t feel like walking around the other half. Well, if you can’t go over it, can’t go around it, can’t go under it, you gotta go thru it. So we tried to walk right thru the middle of Fenway Park with no tickets and not even a decent lie to get us in the door.
“Hey! Girls!” Some door guy yelled out at us as we tried to bust our way in to the park. So, instead of making a break for it like any smart college student would have done, we walked over to strike up a conversation. What can I say, I like to meet new people, ESPECICALLY if they work at one of the entrances to Fenway Park.
“Don’t you know there’s a baseball game going on here and you can’t just stroll right in?” He continued. Well, obviously sir, we noticed the bright fucking lights, screaming fans, cracking of bats against balls and massive amounts of people outside.. but let’s throw him for a loop.
“Huh? A baseball game? We just want to get to the other side of the park.”
“Well, I can’t let you do that.”
“Aww, c’mon, we went to the game last night, it’s not like we’re gunna try to sneak in to the game,
The conversation continued with us trying to flirt our way in to the bar and the guy softening up more and more each time.
“Well OK I can give you two options. You can either wait the last inning and I’ll let you cut through, or I can give you directions AROUND the park to get to your baseball bar” … Let’s try option three
“Why don’t you just have someone escort us THROUGH the park so we don’t have to walk the half mile AROUND IT sir?”
He pondered. “Well Who’s gunna walk you thru? All ym guys are busy working”
“Well, why don’t YOU just escort us through and we PROMISE we won’t cause any trouble while we’re in the park”
He pondered more. “OK”. And so we got our own personal escort thru Fenway park. We dodged drunk men and old ladies, listening to his bullshit about knowing all the bouncers at all the doors for the clubs in Boston. We listened to more bull shit about how he has free passes to every bar in Boston. But it was well worth it when we got to the other side of the park and saw our baseball bar practically glowing across the street.
This baseball bar was the same bar we had been at last night so we had no problem getting in once again and found my friends down in the basement. These friends had been at the bar for a while and had a whole table covered with beer bottles. We found ourselves drinks at the bar and proceeded to talk up every guy, cute or not at the table. I’m telling you, when it comes to free drinks, we have NO SHAME. My friend, who we’ll call Vendor for lack of a better name (he’s a vendor at Fenway Park) decided he wanted to play some pool. They got teams together as my partner in crime and I watched from a distance. While watching, we noticed someone watching us. An older guy, and also a vendor at Fenway was giving me the dirtiest look I had gotten in a while. Most girls would look the other way and ignore him. Not me
“What the fuck is your problem?” … The Look continued to glare
“Why the fuck are you staring?” The Look rolled his eyes and looked back at the game of pool. I knew that eye roll and everything it said … “Ohhh just another drunk college girl making an ass out of herself”. While that may have been the case, I DID NOT appreciate the look and decided to march up and tell him that. So I did. And for the remainder of the night I yelled, glared, made fun of, made up with, fought more with and HATED The Look. I probably shouldn’t have let it ruin my night but I’ve come to realize that once I unleash angry drunk bitch mode… there’s no stopping it. Even poor Vendor got in the way of my rampage and got yelled at. Even stepping out for a cigarette didn’t calm me down. I was wound up and pissed off. It was time to go.
My partner and crime and I found my car and drove over to a different part of Boston. I figured that what better tourist spot to take her to than a local bar with a hoard of bitchy, cliquey girls I grew up around. Let me diverge for a moment and tell you about BostonGirls. BostonGirls are a different breed of bitches. New York bitches are bitchy in a snooty “I’m better than you type of way”. Jersey girls are bitchy in a “I have enough friends and I don’t need to know you” type of way. California Girls are bitchy in a “I’m too hot to even look your way” type of way… but BostonGirls are a new breed of bitch. They don’t want you in their city. They don’t want you on their street and they definitely don’t want you in their bar talking to their fucking boyfriend. BostonGirls are bitchy in a “I fucking hate you, don’t want you near me OR my boyfriend and if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now I’m gunna kill you in the most painful way possible” kind of way. These are the looks my partner in crime got as we walked in to the bar and sat down.
We ordered a drink and talked about how we could practically cut the tension in the room with a knife. I knew the majority of the people at the bar and had at one time or another had a problem with one of them. We finished our drinks and after running in to a few people and making small talk we decided to visit my friend The ExPothead. The ExPothead had just returned from his school which is abroad in a country I can’t stand, but we won’t get in to that. Anyways, the ExPothead and I used to smoke weed together all day every day but we both managed to straighten our lives out – you’ll hear more about him another time. We visited him, my partner in crime drank a little more and then we decided to call it a night.
All in all I’d say her visit here is going pretty freakin sweet and we still have one more night to live it up before she goes back to the depths of The South where I’ll be seeing her in a month when I return to school. See ya tomorrow morning.. or maybe afternoon depending on how the night goes.
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I'm a FAN! you guys are great! not that i'd mess with either of you. :o(
but those drunken bitchy Boston girls you talk about!!!! - they'd tear a strip up one side and down the other from me. YIKES!
cheers!
:o)
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Posted by badlydrawnstickman
on 2007-07-15 18:19:43
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