Everyone Loves a Boston Girl

You know you have a sad, sad life when your eyes tear up at the season finale of The Bachelor. I didn’t even watch the damn show until a couple of weeks ago and it made me practically cry tonight. So happy he chose Tessa and not the trashy ho. Sorry, but I didn’t like her. Anyway, when he told Tessa he chose her, it was the most beautiful moment in television thus far. They looked sooo happy. Until tomorrow I’m sure, when reports come out that he dumped her butt 2 weeks after the show. No, I really believe these two will stay together, just like Trista and Ryan. Aww remember them? Yeah, they’re probably divorced now too.

But really, I have been wicked sappy lately and I can’t even believe The Bachelor made me feel that way. I promise from now on I will stop being so lame. Going to get into bed to listen to lovey music…Michael Bublé, Maroon 5, and Jon McLaughlin are spinning on the iPod tonight. Tomorrow I’ll stop my mushiness. Maybe.

Really extremely excited for the new Maroon 5 CD to come out on Tuesday. Have a feeling that every song is will basically describe my life right now (OK so I looked at the lyrics already). It’s been forever since they’ve had a new one and their single proves that they haven’t lost a thing. Yay.

Give me something to believe in.
Cause I don’t believe in you anymore
anymore.
And I wonder if it even makes a difference to try,
So this is goodbye.

I spent a couple nights this weekend at my parents, which basically means I got fat. They feed me wayy too well and wayy too much and I loved every second of it. They also make sure I have plenty to take back to my apt. w/ me. Got new glasses today. Will I wear them? I am notorious for not wearing my glasses anywhere in public (thank God for contacts), but these are actually reallly nice and expensive glasses so I better wear them. Not to mention, my mom bought them for me (before she realized I just bought a new expensive pair under a year ago that I hate), so I really should wear them. Back to the grind tomorrow…

Last night I was that girl who loses her wallet at the bar. Ugh, I hate that girl. I actually can say that since I’ve been old enough to carry a wallet, I’ve never lost one and so, did not realize the feeling of panic that comes along with it.

Lucky for me, I was not quite feeling ready to go home after leaving the bar, so Chels and I decided to get some pizza (pizza after bars seems SO college and completely brought me back to my UNH , dollar slice DHOP days, tear). Chels had no cash on her and I gladly agreed to pay for the pizza and taxi home. I knew I had cash on me.

On our walk to the only pizza place still open that we knew of, we saw a car completely smash into a taxi, which caused the entire front bumper of the car to fall off. Of course, we had to stand in the pouring rain and watch as the 2 drivers stood in the middle of the intersection screaming at each other, 2 fire trucks arrived, and the rest of the traffic honked and yelled. While observing, a well-dressed man walked by us singing opera quite loudly; he stopped and chatted with us for a bit. He was from Italy and very charming with an amazing voice. He also had in his hand a bag full of at least 50 tortillas. We questioned him as to why he was walking around Boston at 2 a.m. carrying a bag filled with tortillas and he claimed he had “accidentally” bumped into the fridge at a certain bar on Newbury St., saw tortillas, and took them. He said it was fate. Crazy Italian. But with a voice like his, I’m convinced he will be famous. And we can say we knew him when…he stole tortillas.

Chels and I ordered our pizza and I went to pay. That’s when I realized I had noo wallet. I panicked and mentally went over everything in my wallet-ATM card, 2 credit cards, Macy’s card, Victoria’s Secret card, license, school ID, Guess gift card, Starbucks gifts card, Dunkin’ Donuts gift card, AAA card, insurance card, library card, Borders rewards card, Barnes and Noble reward card, $40 in cash, and lots of change (thank God, T pass was in coat pocket). We ran back to the bar, which luckily let us in. One guy told me to call back in the morning. And another said, “Nope, haven’t seen it.” The girl next to him overheard and said, “Was it black and white?” YES! My wallet was found. What are the chances? We quickly and happily returned back to get our pizza.

Funny thing is, I didn’t even use my wallet for anything at the bar. And my purse is really deep. I was convinced someone had reached into my purse when we were in the crowded bar, and snatched it. Of course, if this is the case, they also kindly turned it in to the bartender who kept it in safekeeping until I returned looking. Only I would lose a wallet in a place where I didn’t even use it. Lesson learned–don’t carry around everything you own when you go out on a Friday night. Always get pizza after a night out. And make friends with opera singing Italians carrying bags of tortillas.

Lost your wallet? Easy fix. Lost touch with a long lost friend? Tougher. You can find people, with any number of People Searches. Try and find your lost one today.

This rain and cold kind of has me feeling down. I think I was in full-on summer mode just a few days ago, now I’m sitting here in a sweatshirt and pants, freezing. This whole weekend looks horrible weather-wise and I’m just not excited about that. My favorite part of summer is just wandering around everywhere; I love Brookline because I can walk pretty much wherever I want, and it’s so easy to get anywhere in the city by foot.

Actually, now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure this month’s T pass has been completely wasted. I’ve been walking instead of T’ing, and have most likely not yet come close to the $59 worth of T rides I would need to take in order to make my pass worth it. I probably shouldn’t bother with the monthly pass anymore. Remember when they were $44?? Yeah, me neither.

Thanks to anonymous for commenting on my last post and filling me in to the fact that many men are getting their pick-up conversation from The Game. Don’t do it; not a good idea; doesn’t work, I promise. More on this later…

And a shout-out to Sas and her request for illegitimate children and facebook gifts. Maybe another night…

What?? Yeah, that’s what I said. I’d love to know what is with the men of Boston these days and exactly where they get their pick-up lines. With the recent summery weather, I’ve been going out a bit more than usual, and I have to say, meeting some strange characters, with a capital S.

Last week at Vox (a semi-classy bar, right??) my friend and I started talking to some guys. Now, granted these were not the type of men we typically talk to, we decided we need to start being more open and nicer to people. So, we sat with these guys and talked for a little bit. One of these men actually told my friend he wanted to take her home, wrap her up in bubble wrap, and show her to all of his neighbors. I sadly missed this conversation (I was conversing with another high-class character) but immediately felt her kicking me as a signal that we needed to get away…fast. The only thing I could think of was bathroom. But upon entering the ladies room, we realized that in order to escape Vox, we’d have to walk past these men once again. So, we befriended a group of girls we found also in the bathroom, asked them to pretend they knew us, walked out with them laughing and conversing, waved to the weirdos, and ran down the stairs, and out of the bar.

In other events, we were approached twice in less than one week in almost the same exact way, leading us to believe men have a common source for pick-up conversation. So, a guy comes up to me and my friends. Asks how long we’ve known each other. We say we’ve been friends since elementary school (I know, cute, right?). They say wow, that’s very rare among girls (is it, though?). They then proceed to ask one of us what kind of shampoo the other uses. We girls all look at each other (mostly to say wtf is wrong with this man?). And then he exclaims “Wow! You really are good friends…I can tell because you all looked at each other when I asked you a question.” We had this same exact conversation twice, at two different bars, with two different men.

So, I ask the men of Boston (and beyond) where did you read/who told you to ask girls what kind of shampoo their friends use to gauge how good of friends they are? Was it the tip in last month’s Maxim magazine? And please, I beg you, don’t tell girls you want to wrap them up in bubble wrap. Not a turn on. At least not for me and my friends…I guess I can’t speak for all girls.

And side note: Where are some classy but not uptight bars/hangouts in Boston? You know, with a nice crowd…youngish, but not college-age (I won’t even get into the older men we met last week and the things they were saying to us…)