Transplanted Life
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Fandom + Sleeping in = Bad
Red Sox tickets for the early part of the season went on sale today, and hopefully getting some tickets in anticipation of landing a higher-paying job won't totally jinx it. It's tempting fate, I know, but stuff sells out. We love the Sox and even with all the chaos that's been going on this fall, it's looking like there's going to be a good team next year. I like the chance of winning the division outright next year.

Now, the smart thing to do would have been to take the T down to Kenmore Square and wait in line. Maybe meet some new people, talk baseball, have some fun. After all, in a previous life, I met Maggie the day tickets went on sale for the '03 season, and even if that didn't work as a relationship, there are times when I don't know what I would have done without her.

I was worn out, though. Somehow, amid all the snow yesterday - we got about six inches dumped on us - the #70 bus I usually take back to Cambridge got mired in the weather, but there was no notice of how or why they were running late, so I stupidly didn't take one of the buses to downtown Boston or the commuter rail to Porter Square and then take the Red Line to Harvard or Central, but I figured that if one form of public transportation is delayed, then the next could be too. Still, that meant waiting for the bus a long time in the cold, which would have sucked much more if I'd been wearing a skirt. Not that layering-up when you see snow out your window in the morning is terribly difficult to learn.

So, after a long, hot bath, I slept just long enough that getting to the park wasn't an option, so I hit and got shunted to the virtual waiting room.




So, yeah, there's my Saturday shot. I hate when that happens. Then, finally, I get to the buying screen, I'm all "do I buy one or two?" I'm not attached right now, but the season doesn't start for four months, and I'm an desirable-enough girl, but is that a little too optimistic?

Eh, I've got friends. Still, it's the sort of thing that makes you feel a little bit more alone than usual, especially when you could have been in a good "meeting someone" situation.

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