I lied. No pr0n, just Sox
Oct. 28th, 2004 05:30 pmI wish I could go home* for the victory parade, but I have too much work to do tomorrow and $300 is way too much to spend... although, to be with family, to be with the Nation, on a day like Saturday... to see my dad... my dad, who is still crying with joy, my dad, who actually squeed over this, my dad, who was forced to abuse caps lock to express his joy... anyhow, it's like the Mastercard commercial says. Seeing the Red Sox win the World Series? Priceless.
But anyhow, I really can't go home. So I'm going to drink myself into a caffeinated haze and try to get up on my schoolwork and whatnot, and think about how much I love my dad. I really, really love my dad so much. Excited as I am about the Sox victory for my own sake, I'm really excited happy crying for my dad. Because anything that can make a grown man weep with joy, anything that can make my dad say, "I can't remember being this happy..." God, I'm crying again.
I'm wearing my Red Sox tee-shirt. I would like to say it's never been worn before, that I was holding out for the World Series victory, but I did wear it once, in sixth grade, on "Mets and Yankees Day." Have I mentioned that my Sox fannishness mostly arises from spending my entire formative years surrounded by Yankee fen? But in any event, it's only the second time I've worn it, and I'm tempted never to take it off again...
I feel like calling every Red Sox fan I know and saying hell yeah. And my dad. I don't think I'll be able to talk to my dad without tearing up for at least a week.
*This week, home couldn't be anywhere but Boston
But in other news, the rest of the smut will be forthcoming sometime soon, quite possibly tonight.
But anyhow, I really can't go home. So I'm going to drink myself into a caffeinated haze and try to get up on my schoolwork and whatnot, and think about how much I love my dad. I really, really love my dad so much. Excited as I am about the Sox victory for my own sake, I'm really excited happy crying for my dad. Because anything that can make a grown man weep with joy, anything that can make my dad say, "I can't remember being this happy..." God, I'm crying again.
I'm wearing my Red Sox tee-shirt. I would like to say it's never been worn before, that I was holding out for the World Series victory, but I did wear it once, in sixth grade, on "Mets and Yankees Day." Have I mentioned that my Sox fannishness mostly arises from spending my entire formative years surrounded by Yankee fen? But in any event, it's only the second time I've worn it, and I'm tempted never to take it off again...
I feel like calling every Red Sox fan I know and saying hell yeah. And my dad. I don't think I'll be able to talk to my dad without tearing up for at least a week.
*This week, home couldn't be anywhere but Boston
But in other news, the rest of the smut will be forthcoming sometime soon, quite possibly tonight.
it is way cool,huh?
Date: 2004-10-29 02:03 am (UTC)Denise,a proud member of Red Sox Nation for 36 1/2 years.
it is SO COOL
Date: 2004-10-29 02:13 am (UTC)-Ari
it is way cool,huh?
Date: 2004-10-29 02:05 am (UTC)Denise,a proud member of Red Sox Nation for 36 1/2 years.
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Date: 2004-10-29 03:43 am (UTC)*tears up more*
I also had a rather ridiculous moment of "Oh my God, we are still World Series Champions," like it might have been taken away during the night ;)
*squeeeeeeee*
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Date: 2004-10-29 06:03 am (UTC)Leah