6.23 Red Sucks

let me just start by saying that I realize that this is going to sound ungrateful. And further still that's a problem of my own making. Nevertheless.

And I'll go on record as saying CLEARLY I know I'm not perfect before I say it

but let's get a show of hands of people who think it's a COLLASOLLY stupid idea to go to a red sox game when it's raining out already. When every freaking weather report says that it's going to pour buckets. BUCKETS. Rhymes with something else, doesn't it. I am SO pissed right now.

Doug got an offer to go to a game. He accepts. Gratefully. Asks me "Do you want to go to a game" Yippee, I think, YES. So I say "Yes" then its "Great, we are going with X and his wife."

Huh? Frankly? No thanks. NO THANKS!!!! Why??? Ok, so I get to sit next to a total stranger and be the entertainment. "So, Debbi, where do YOU work" "An event planner, that must be fun? i used to use binkies as napkin rings for baby showers, I should do what you do for a living". Further "So, you're engaged. What are you planning" BLAH BL:AH BLAH. Like I care to talk to you!!!! I spent all week, ALL ALL week being upbeat and positive; I talk all day every day for about 4 hours a day with 18 people about 9 things each. I have NO idea what's going on with my job, I have shit EVERYWHERE in my house, my intended needs to get OFF my back and now I have to be suzy sunshine. He says "Why don't you ever want to do things with people" I'm like Oh my GOD Doug. Just b/c you like the husband, doesn't mean I need to play Patti F'n sunshine with the wife. For crying out loud. And god FORBID I'm quiet (reserved) - you may as well put a sign on me that says "Doug's girlfriend's a bitch." He can sit there, sip beer and squint at the game. THEY don't need to talk. Meanwhile, I'm next to someone’s high school cheerleader wife who thinks it's her responsibility to show me a good time. So it's yap yap yap yap yap in my ear when I am TRYING to watch the game. So NO, I don't want to go but I don't feel like explaining to Captain Terse why I don't want to go (said yes prior so can't come out and say it's cuz it's a double date). I WORK HARDER at it then he does. No one expects him to say squat.

So ok, I'll go to the friggin game. Argh.

So it's today, games tonight, sky opens up and god throws out the wash water. It's booming thunder to beat the band. So we are talking. I'm like: "What’s the plan pal. I think they are going to have two rain delays and call it in the 7th. You and X talking?" He's like "oh, is it raining?" YES. Yes, it's raining. It's raining b/c every goddamn weather report said it was going to . SURPRISE, look! RAIN!!!!!

He calls X, who in a moment of clarity and brilliance says "Hey, it'll be fun. We’ve got a sitter, I live down here in almost Providence and it's not raining here".

Um hmm. No, it's not. But let's see. If only we knew someone who worked in BOSTON who knew what the actual weather was like. Do de do. Who, who? Think...think...???Hmmm, who do we know who works in Boston who would know RIGHT NOW what the weather was like.

So on it goes and I say – somewhat sullenly at this point – as the rain in thrumming on my umbrella 2 hours later – now 4:07pm – “What’s the deal. Are we IN or OUT”.

And we are in. And I don’t want to go, and he alleges he doesn’t want to go, but we are now BOTH going b/c someone invited us at the last minute who Doug doesn’t want to let down. Whose wife is, I’m sure, thinking the same damn thing.

So Doug says “I’ll call you and we’ll set up a place to meet.”
“Great,” I say “Call me when you get to the water towers on 93.”

20 minutes later the phone rings. “It’s me”
“Yup”, I say.

“Yeah, 93 is closed”

“Oh,” I say, “Why’s that?”

“It’s flooded.”

REALLY????? FLOODED??? I wonder why. Could it be b/c of all the f’n rain.