Transplanted Life
Friday, July 25, 2003
 
For the first time in a week, I'm actually feeling good. Pedro is pitching against the Yankees, I've got a bowl of Breyer's Vanilla Bean Ice Cream, and I actually had a good time last night. Janet apparently told a couple of the girls at work about "Michelle's boyfriend", so they talked me into a "girls' night out". We had a couple drinks, went to a movie, and then stopped at this place in Harvard Square called "Finale" that just serves dessert. Good stuff.

(Ahhh... Soriano strikes out, because that's what he does)

Anyway, Kate and Jen are nice folks. Initially, I think they thought Michelle would be a pain and a bore, just being a secretary from North Nowhere New Hampshire. I considered playing into that, but I'd had a couple of drinks, so when I blurted out that I'd been wondering when Garage Days would play here, what with it being Alex Proyas's new movie, I sort of blew my cover there. But, hey, with NetFlix and the internet, anyone can be up on movies and stuff. Besides, for all I know, Michelle's really into it.

And if she's not, well, she can explain that when we switch back.

(Yeah, let's see Derek "The Statue" Jeter do that!)

The cheesecake afterward was fantastic, too. I think my eyes were a little bigger than my belly there, though - I'm still not used to being smaller and more easily filled up. Jen joked about having to make the next girls' night out be at the gym the way I put it away. I've gotta say, I wouldn't mind seeing either of them in their workout clothes. Kate's in accounting, one of those impish-looking brunettes that looks hot in glasses, and Jen's got the look of someone who spends a lot of time in the gym - slender and strong; I hear she played Division III basketball in college. She does web stuff at BioSoft.

Anyway, we had fun, and we went out for lunch today, too. Having friends makes the situation a little better, I think.
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