Feels like home.

I’m back from my adventures in Boston (where I died just a little bit). We arrived late on Friday night & went to grab a bite to eat. There was a huge table of men sitting next to us in the restaurant. I kiddingly told Hubby that it looked like a wedding shower...damn if I wasn’t right. I hate showers...but it turns out that gay showers ain’t so bad...by the end of our meal I was squealing like a gay man at the 400 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets they received along with what I hoped was a gag gift of crotchless bright red briefs.

The next day we went to the game. There is nothing like the energy of a Redsox/yanks game...nothing like it. We got to our awesome seats along the 1st base line, we were surrounded by fans & I felt like I was home. We look a couple of rows in front of us & what do we see? 2 Girls we met at a Sox games 2 years ago. We’d been e-mailing back & forth because I took a pic of one of the girls & her girlfriend with Wally (the Green Monstah) at that game & sent it to her...they bought us beers for the entire rest of the game as a thank you. What are the chances of seeing someone you know in a crowded stadium when you totally didn’t know they were going to be there & you both have completely different seats from last time? Weird, huh? I ran up & gave them big hugs...we bought them beers & they took us to dinner after the lame ass game.



Funny that Friday’s double header fiasco night was saved from the stink pile by a bunch of gay men...& Saturdays routing of the Redsox turned into a fun night because of our wonderful lesbian friends...who’d have thought that would have happened?


Hugging Wally was the only pleasure that fan was gonna get out of that game.