Friday, September 09, 2005

Pats Rock da House and so does Mer.

GOOD LORD I need sleep! Going to bed at 2:00 a.m. and waking up at 5:00 a.m. is not fucking cool. Rock star, yes, cool, no.

Trixie and I headed to our former watering hole, the 101 last night for the season opener- the awesome New England Patriots vs. the unfortunate Oakland Raiders. Two words Raiders - SUCK IT!

First off, yes, I support the locals teams here - so that makes me a Giants fan, however, when I started dating Ted (a die hard Patriot fan since he was a little itty bitty) I obviously became very aware of the Patriots talents. I'm not a bandwagon jumper - no, just someone who appreciates a team who takes pay cuts to play with one another because when you know its a good thing, you don't fuck it up by being a piss ass money grubbing nut. That said, Bill Belichick is also a former Giants coach and probably should be voted man of the year. The shit this guy has pulled off in the last six years, truly amazing - and you can't forget Tom Brady. I don't know who amazes me more, Brady or Belichick. Belichick for pulling plays out of his ass or Brady for his calmness in the pocket and amazing rifle for an arm.

Anyway, the night started out pretty mellow, and of course the place was packed. Kelly joined the ranks at about 9:30 and shortly thereafter, the fun really began. We were there mainly because I wanted to watch the Pats game, but karaoke was also present sweetening the deal. Nice.

Now I've said this before and I will stop doing so because of last night - I never get picked up in bars. Never. Seriously, I don't know why, I just don't. Last night, well, last night was an exception. Four times. Nice. Problem though, I wasn't interested in not a one. All attractive, all very doable, each funny and good at conversation - but nothing. Nope. Nada.

First up -the lawyer (or so he claimed). He was there with 4 of his buddies because they had just come from a wake. He was probably the most fun, but nope. Not doin' it. He kept making that joke, you know it "So, when we hanging out?" "Where we going?" - he'd throw that out at random points in the conversation and I've heard that enough times in my life and its O.L.D. At one point I removed the straw from my drink (all while his buddies watched) and told him to hold it - and I said, "Buddy, now you're grabbing at straws." - I'm funny. - He was also 10 years my senior, he had the same name as my ex-boyfriend and his birthday was the same date as my ex-husband - that had RUN written all over it - besides all that - I wasn't feelin' it.

Second up, was the hot piece of ass named Casey. What kind of name is that? Casey? Ok, so that's not his fault he's got that name. For the better part of the night he was no fun, then all of a sudden, hello, how are ya. He wanted to converse, chill and make nicey nice. He had a fabu body, nice pecks, good ass, cute face - but when I talked to him, nothing. He invited me to the next bar....... like six times. Unfortunately though I was not drunk enough to be interested, nor did I feel like heading to another bar at 1:30 a.m. And he was 2 years younger than me. Yeh, been there, done that.

Third up - we have the Rob Lowe look alike. Swear. He was cute, he was funny - HE WAS NINETEEN!!!! Ba-bye. (I know, why the hell was he in the there to begin with? - I have no clue - don't ask me.)

Fourth and final - my favorite. Jim. I love Jim. No matter how many times I see Jim at the 101, he still tries so hard. No matter how many times I've shot him down, he still comes back for more. I knock him down, he bounces back up. He's adorable - I want to stick him in my pocket and carry him around with me. He's as cute as a button. Problem? Besides the fact that I think there is a lack of a connection on my part - he's only 22. WTF? I mean too many itty bitty's hit on me and my girls. All last night I was told I look 22 - thanks guys, LOVE YA, but no, I'm 28 so NEXT! - BUT, now this is the kicker, when I was leaving last night and I was saying my good bye's - I went to kiss him on the cheek and he moved his head, planted a kiss on my lips and tried to stick his tongue down my throat. I pulled away "HELLO!!!" Geez, little itty bitty trying stuff like that, I should call his mother.

When Trixie and I walked in the bar last night, we didn't really know anyone. By time Kelly and I left, people could have voted me Home Coming Queen. It was like I knew everyone - it was like being at Cheers where everybody knows your name. Good times.

I guess in a way I missed the 1-0. For the most part it is a good mix of people, and I have yet to have a "bad" time per say. The bartenders know us and hook us up, the DJ likes us and requests our services for back up singing. And by the end of the night, everyone knows everyone. No one is shy.

And perhaps last night I wasn't feeling any of these guys because of recent events. Not sure - but most likely. And the fact that they were all younger than me (except one) doesn't help. I don't have anything against people being younger, but 22? Come on now. But all in all, last night was just what I needed - a little steam blowing so to speak.

Have a good weekend ya all. Tonight starts the Yankees vs. Boston series so I'm headed out to watch it and send obnoxious text messages to Matty Mac. Good times to follow.

9 comments:

Matt said...

What kind of text messages are going to send him? I mean really is it worth reminding yourself the Yankees aren't going to the playoffs this year?

Here's to a friendly rematch of the World Series, Go Cards and Go SOX!

irritable chap said...

Why don't I get 19 & 22 yr olds hitting on me?

Matty Mac said...

Thank you Matt. As she said in her post, she's only grabbing at straws, much like the Yankees. How's losing 3 out of 4 to the DRays doing these days? Worst team in baseball, way to go Jeter et al.

Meredith said...

Hey guys. Bite me.

Matt said...

Didn't they get swept by the Royals earlier in the year too? I mean come ON!

And a typical Noo Yawk response... bite me... orginal :)

Matty Mac said...

No, really, she wants to be bitten. It's some S&M, Domination type of thing. A typical NY response would be:

Hey, go #$%& your mutha in the @#$ with a tire iron you $%^&#$ son of a #%$^@*. I'll $#@$%#@ kill you, you hear me? Yankees rule! Go Jee-ta!

Cheryl said...

I love the typical NY response!!! Nice.

Meredith said...

Suck my left nut on a hot sunny day in Miami. How's that?

Matty Mac said...

I can picture a guy in Miami saying that. How many games are gonna be blown by Mariano this weekend like a $2 hooker in Chinatown? I say 2. Because he's old, no good anymore, and he has no one to set him up. Tom Gordon just throws theball straight down the middle, Papi and Manny will FEAST on that. Bring the noise, Yankums, bring it.

David Wells' stats for tonight: 8 innings pitched, 2 earned runs, 9 k's, 1 walk. Timlin comes in and shuts it down in the 9th, Sox win 5-2.