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FUCK THEM IN THE GOAT ASS! TWICE!

Ok, I admit that I was a little psyched when they won the World Series the last time because of the whole Curse of the Bambino thing, and I’m always about the underdog. Now, however, they’ve already had their day in the sun, but people are still drunk and rowdy and out of control. I guess this year’s victory was ok because nobody died, and only a couple of cars got totalled.

I don’t understand this. What is it that makes people want to destroy things when they are HAPPY? I can sort of understand wanting to break shit when you’re mad; lord knows I’ve broken enough stuff in fits of rage. However, I can not imagine a scenario so jubilant it would inspire me to bash in the windshield of a complete stranger’s car. Nothing. Not even Stuart Adamson coming back to life, reuniting Big Country and recording an album dedicated solely to me. Not Even the USA being taken over by aliens who, in one day, dissolve multi-million dollar companies whose main function is to get government contracts, start a nationalized universal health-care program, improve education and impose a minimum wage you can comfortably live on and a maximum wage so nobody can get obscenely rich. Even then I don’t think I’d want to smash anything; I’d probably just jump up and down a lot.

Anyway, there was a victory parade today from the Fenway to Government Center where hundreds of thousands of drunken townies from all over the state convened to stagger around, yelling creative things like “SAAAAAAAWWWWWXXXX!!! HOO HOO HOO!!!! Of course, being at the end of the parade, every drunken teenager who skipped school to be there wandered into the store to make a big mess and eventually shoplift stuff. Seriously, the number of remains of shoplifted items we found today was at least triple the normal number. Plus, teenagers are notoriously sloppy. They have to touch EVERYTHING in the store, carry it around to show all their friends, and then drop it the second they lose interest, preferably on the floor, where their friends will step on it. I spent the day following kids around picking up after them. I was a glorified nanny. Of course, there was a buttload of other shit to do, since it was a New Release day and the few non-Red Sox revellers in the store were there to pick up their Slayer DVDs, Twin peaks box sets and Britney Spears albums. Plus, one person called in sick, so in the morning there were only 2 of us there to cover everything, including buying most-likely-stolen CDs from all the drug addicts because it’s near to the first of the month when rent is due. Argh. Today was hellish. I swear, if I have to hear the Dropkick Murphys’ “Tessie” ever again I will go postal.

Luckily, the company had bought a bunch of tickets to see Donnie Darko: the Musical. I kid you not– they made a musical out of Donnie Darko. I was intrigued, and though I loathe most musicals, I was psyched to see what one could to to this 100% non-upbeat movie. Alas, Saki and I drove around Harvard Square and environs for over an hour and couldn’t find a single parking space, so we missed the show and just went home. We should have just parked at my place and taken the T (or walked!) I thought we could find a place on a Tuesday night, though. Alas. Every time I think I can find a parking spot near Harvard Square it ends similarly. Unfortunately, I usually let enough time elapse between attempts that I forget just how impossible it is. note to self: DON’T EVER DRIVE TO HARVARD SQUARE AGAIN! All the usual parking spot hiding spaces I used to have are either (a) been turned into no-parking zones, (b) pointed out by signs so they’re no longer secret or (c) out of commission due to construction. Harvard Square can lick Deez Nuuutz.

Oh well, I had a nice time hanging out with the studmuffin anyway. We ate some yummy Thai food and discussed the Transformers. I am SO OVER today. I’m glad it’s almost bed time!