Everyone Loves a Boston Girl

Whenever I’m feeling down and hopeless about my future successes, there is only one man who can cheer me up: Donny Deutsch. His show is, without a doubt, the most inspirational show on television today. Turn it on ANY TIME and he will have a guest who is an extremely successful billionaire who at one time in their life was a) homeless, b) a high school dropout, c) told they could not make it, and/or d) diagnosed with severe ADHD.

The way I see it, I a) have always lived in a house (and a pretty nice one at that), b) graduated high school, college, AND almost graduate school, c) was always told I could make it by parents, teachers, and everyone around me, and d) was never diagnosed with ADHD or anything of the sort. Now, I’m really not good with math or statistics, but I’m pretty sure that if all these people with all of these issues can make huge it in the world, then my chances of making it must be substantially higher. Right?

Sometimes I want to slap myself for not going to business school, because my true dream is to run about 8 different self-made businesses at once. But if Donny’s guests have taught me anything, it’s that I do not have to go to business school to be a successful business-person. I didn’t even have to graduate high school! And screw spending all this money on graduate school. I just love how excited Donny gets over every guest; like he is in extreme shock they made it. He slides his glasses low on his nose and says “Come on! Are you listening to this?!” I also love the fact that he’s the only one who can successfuly argue with Donald Trump.

My dream is to some day be on Donny Deutsch’s Big Idea. But you know he’d just look at me and say “Duh, if frigging homeless ADHD high school dropouts can make it, it would be pretty pathetic if you didn’t. What took you so long???”

If Donny Deutsch had box DVD sets, I’d buy them and watch them non-stop. He might just be my new Dr. Phil. I’m growing up, kids.

The man.

Only in Boston do two cars sit half-in, half-out of one single parking spot, neither of the drivers agreeing to be the bigger man and budge from the spot. For 15 minutes straight. It was definitely entertaining eating dinner outside the Parish Cafe and watching the scene unfold. Sas and I were innocently sipping on watermelon mojitos and gossiping when we heard a whole lot of yelling. One man was halfway out his car window yelling at the other car to “get the hell out!” But no way was the other car going to “get the hell out.” So, they both did what any other logical thinking person would do, and just sat there. A crowd began to gather as the one man kept screaming out his window and carrying on. He finally got out of his car and went over to the SUV to yell some more. But the SUV would have none of it and didn’t even bother putting his window down.

Everyone at the Parish Cafe was dying laughing. Some of the diners next to us took it upon themselves to call the police. “Yeah, there’s an altercation between two cars on the end of Boylston outside of Tweeter.” Not sooo sure this “altercation” necessitated a legal intervention, but honestly, this man had so much anger in him, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he began to get violent. We were waiting for him to rev up his engine and just back up into the SUV. I’m not going to take sides here since I didn’t actually witness the cars pulling into the single spot, but judging from the way they were situated in the spot, I’d say the more obnoxious guy was first in. But I was rooting for the guy in the SUV who wouldn’t even roll down his window, because that’s just funny.

Finally the obnoxious guy won and the other pulled away. Obviously everyone at the Parish Cafe and everyone standing around watching clapped and cheered for the “winner,” in a completely “uhh you’re so pathetic” kind of way. The cop showed up 10 minutes later, smoking a cigar. Is that allowed? It’s funny how many people pulled out cameras to film the scene…and how many people around us muttered, “only in Boston…”

OK so I am a big fan of the Cheesecake Factory. Love their menu, love the food; it’s just a pretty good place all around. But, if I was ridiculously rich, would I go to the Cheesecake Factory? Probably not. Maybe I’d get take-out from there every now and then. Especially the peanut butter cheesecake…omg amazing, and I don’t even like cheesecake on a normal basis. But the place is always packed, extremely loud, and the wait is, at a minimum, 48503 minutes long. Soo why may I ask, did David Beckham choose to have dinner at the Cheesecake Factory while in Boston?

That might not even be the real question. The real question might be, why did David Beckham choose to have dinner at the Cheesecake Factory in the South Shore Plaza? I’m greatly confused by this. I know, I know, it was probably closer to where he was staying, but come on. The South Shore Plaza? You’re so freaking close to Boston; just be chauffeured in a bit more, explore our city, and at least go to the Cheesecake Factory in the Prudential, if your craving for it is really that big. I mean, there’s also an Applebees in the Pru, so that’s always another option. Joking.

Maybe Becks just likes the classiness of the South Shore ladies with their cute South Shore accents. He is at least gracious enough to pose with them. Sorry…you can take the girl out of the North Shore, but you’ll never take the North Shore out of the girl.

Occasionally I feel a little bit discouraged by the fact that I have no idea where I’m going to be in 10 years. Or even one year. But then I realize that I really don’t care. And don’t understand why other people seem to be worried for me. My sister caught me a little off guard last night when she was telling me about a woman she works with who has two daughters. “Her daughters remind me so much of us,” she told me. Apparently, the older one has her life all figured out. She went to college, got a degree, and now has a job doing exactly what she went to school for. She has a husband, a baby, etc. The younger sister went to school and majored in English but has no idea what she wants to do and is still living at home.

What? I wasn’t in the mood to argue, but thinking about it later, I realized I was pretty offended by the comparison. First of all, I don’t live at home and haven’t since the summer between soph. and junior year in college. And furthermore, I have every idea of what I want to do. It’s not like I’m sitting at home thinking “hmm, what should I do with my life?” There are about a billion things I want to do, and a billion things I’m trying to do. But they’re not easy to accomplish. They take a lot more than a college degree. A lot more than a graduate school degree. And this is what I have chosen to do with my life, and what makes me completely happy.

Sometimes I wish I went to school with a major that would automatically place me in a job when I got out. But that’s not me. I love all my options. I love being passionate about my work and knowing that I can do almost anything I want if I just work at it. I want my life to be full of surprises. When I was a kid I was incredibly scared of change and wanted everything to be all mapped out for me. But within the past couple years I’ve realized how much I’ve grown up and that I don’t want to be so sure of my future. I want to be excited by every day.

Then my sister started talking about having babies. When I told her I wasn’t interested in having babies anywhere in the near future, she said “well, you need to think about how many you want to have. Plus, some people have trouble getting pregnant so you need to start trying early.” Are you kidding me? Is this one of the last things on my mind right now? Yes. Every time I talk to her, she asks me when I last talked to my ex-bf, when I’m going to see him, why I’m not more upset, etc. I’m soo sick of saying over and over “I honestly don’t care,” and “I’m happy, I swear.” Why should I have to justify it to anyone? She doesn’t seem to get how I can be so fine with not knowing what my life’s going to be like in 10 years.

I honestly love my life so much right now, am happier than I’ve ever been, and really don’t care one bit where I’m going to be in 10 years. Because I’m almost positive that no matter where I am, I’m going to be happy. Obsessively planning and worrying isn’t going to make one bit of difference. Being passionate with my life and trusting that I will make the right decisions when push comes to shove is going to make all the difference.

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.” -Gilda Radner

Is there anything better than getting a fresh haircut? I seriously feel 10 pounds lighter just from getting a few inches off. The ends of my hair are perfectly straight and no longer disgustingly split. Thankk goodness. I am a slacker and don’t get haircuts as much as I should; despite the fact that my hair grows extremely quickly, which means it’s usually ridiculously long. Luckily I was blessed with roots that somehow don’t grow in too hideously. Just mildly.

But my hair feels sooo healthy now that it is evenly cut and re-highlighted. Plus I have the best hairdresser ever who charges me next to nothing, makes me food, takes me to the beauty supply store and buys me anything I want at obnoxiously cheap prices, and is a fabulous friend. It seriously doesn’t get any better than that. I love not having split ends.