7.10.2006
tales of two footballs. and two movies.
another good day, a solid way to end this week's streak of awesomeness (not a technical term). i slept in while a group of my friends attended service at old north church - famous for shining the two lanterns that sent paul revere on his ride ("one if by land..." etc.). i figured i could have either slept in my bed or slept in a pew. i'll take the egg crates.
after church - and after i awoke - we were planning on meeting up in the ethnically italian north end to watch the world cup finals in a bar or restaurant or something. we figured that'd be the best place, right? eh... not really. i called my friends around 1:30 or so and they were already leaving that place. swamped. hanover street was completely closed and it was a total mob scene. fortunately, the city of boston had set up a gigantic screen at scollay square (government center stop on the green and blue lines) just outside city hall. i met up with them and grabbed d&d just in time to catch france's penalty kick goal, which was sweet, but to miss italy's retaliatory goal about 12 minutes later, since i was still in line waiting for my bagel and iced cawfee.
needless to say, the experience was sweet. we were surrounded by thousands of italian americans chanting "italia! italia!" and who went absolutely batshit during the final shootout. add to that the fact that our party was shown on international television no fewer than 3 times, possibly more, and you can imagine how glad we are that we attended. i'm setting the over-under for overturned cars in the north end at 3, and for structure fires we'll say 2. takers?
what's even better about all this is that i don't even like soccer.
we engaged in a bit of touch football - real, american football, that is - by the charles river for about an hour after we returned, with minimal injuries. 4 guys and 3 girls with a steady quarterback (yours truly). the team with 2 girls and a guy beat the other with 2 guys and a girl, and i have to say, the girls really impressed me. i mean, so did the guys, but one played through a jammed finger, and all scored touchdowns. wednesday we plan to play wiffleball.
after taking our aggression out on each other in 2-hand-touch form, we showered off (er.. separately) for a movie night, something that seems to be turning into a weekly event. tonight's choices: closer and good will hunting (filmed in boston and cambridge, you know). tomorrow night is pi (thanks, q). next week we will find boondock saints. some video store in this city has to have it. i refuse to believe that it's simply not for rent here, despite the fact that the blockbuster branch and the hollywood video branch that we went to simply did not have it. anywhere.
of course, blockbuster was selling it. special edition. $21.99.
er.. no.
and now it's 1:30 and i'm going to sleep. lots of work to do tomorrow. and it's all supposed to start at 9am. we'll see if that happens. a friend/coworker is bent on getting me out of here by 8:30a, but that hasn't happened since the first week (i'm consistently 20 minutes late to work, mainly because nobody has ever said a word to me about it, other than my intern friends).
and i'm still reading 1984.
after church - and after i awoke - we were planning on meeting up in the ethnically italian north end to watch the world cup finals in a bar or restaurant or something. we figured that'd be the best place, right? eh... not really. i called my friends around 1:30 or so and they were already leaving that place. swamped. hanover street was completely closed and it was a total mob scene. fortunately, the city of boston had set up a gigantic screen at scollay square (government center stop on the green and blue lines) just outside city hall. i met up with them and grabbed d&d just in time to catch france's penalty kick goal, which was sweet, but to miss italy's retaliatory goal about 12 minutes later, since i was still in line waiting for my bagel and iced cawfee.
needless to say, the experience was sweet. we were surrounded by thousands of italian americans chanting "italia! italia!" and who went absolutely batshit during the final shootout. add to that the fact that our party was shown on international television no fewer than 3 times, possibly more, and you can imagine how glad we are that we attended. i'm setting the over-under for overturned cars in the north end at 3, and for structure fires we'll say 2. takers?
what's even better about all this is that i don't even like soccer.
we engaged in a bit of touch football - real, american football, that is - by the charles river for about an hour after we returned, with minimal injuries. 4 guys and 3 girls with a steady quarterback (yours truly). the team with 2 girls and a guy beat the other with 2 guys and a girl, and i have to say, the girls really impressed me. i mean, so did the guys, but one played through a jammed finger, and all scored touchdowns. wednesday we plan to play wiffleball.
after taking our aggression out on each other in 2-hand-touch form, we showered off (er.. separately) for a movie night, something that seems to be turning into a weekly event. tonight's choices: closer and good will hunting (filmed in boston and cambridge, you know). tomorrow night is pi (thanks, q). next week we will find boondock saints. some video store in this city has to have it. i refuse to believe that it's simply not for rent here, despite the fact that the blockbuster branch and the hollywood video branch that we went to simply did not have it. anywhere.
of course, blockbuster was selling it. special edition. $21.99.
er.. no.
and now it's 1:30 and i'm going to sleep. lots of work to do tomorrow. and it's all supposed to start at 9am. we'll see if that happens. a friend/coworker is bent on getting me out of here by 8:30a, but that hasn't happened since the first week (i'm consistently 20 minutes late to work, mainly because nobody has ever said a word to me about it, other than my intern friends).
and i'm still reading 1984.
:: posted by Collin, 12:27 AM
