Thursday, October 28, 2004

Eighty-Six

Well, Boston's curse has finally ended. The Red Sox won the World Series. If the Pats win the Super Bowl this year, bean-town won't be sober till next fall. At this point, who will stop them? I hate Boston.
I am at work this morning, surfing the internet. We are having an office lunch today. We are going to some southern Brazilian place called Fogo de Chao. After we eat, we get the rest of the afternoon off. Our reservation is at eleven am. This office is so full of slackers that this means no work will get done till next Tuesday. I write the truth. Mark it.
I tried to get Rich to go see Cornmeal with me last night at Griffin's. It was a free show that started at ten, but Rich said that he didn't have enough money for beer. I didn't mention how pitifully broke my ass is, but he said that he will go next week. That's cool, cause rich is old. He needs time to work up to it, I suppose(This remark is a personal jab at Rich, in hopes that he won't wuss out on me so easily next time) .
I am going with Rich and Sarah to see the Drive-by Truckers on Saturday night, though. That should be fun, but I still haven't come up with a costume for that show or the YMSB Boo-grass throwdown the next night with Drew in Cincinnatti. Any costume ideas people? Come on, help a poor, skinny white guy out.

Comments:
I hope the Red Sox don't win for another 86 years. Love, Ktk
 
Oh KtK,
If Boston wins in another 86 years, it will still be too soon.
 
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