Who is this?

Last night, after eating delicious homemade pizza with Darcy and Heather, watching King of Kong and developing a crush on Steve Weibe, I reluctantly accompanied Josh to Rivalries, for the Patriots vs. Jacksonville. It was ridiculously packed, I mean, you could not turn around without bumping into the people surrounding you on all sides. If two years ago, you told me that I would have been at Rivalries, watching football, on that very night, I would have never believed you. Rivalries, for those who have not been there, is a dude bar. The front of house staff is entirely female, there are a million TVs, and the only girls who are there, except of course yours truly, are the kind of girls who wear pointy heels with their pink Manny Ramirez t-shirts, with the exception of the occasional over 40 married couples. Plus, I don't know anything about football. I can't even name more than one player on the Patriots, and the only reason I know that one is because he's dating Gisele!

Anyway, it used to be unlikely that I'd ever be there at that time. So I tried to think of someone who would appreciate the humor. My friend Gerry, who engineered the biggest tampon in existence, first taught me about Chuck Klosterman and has a nice smile, was a customer turned friend a few years ago. When I still thought of myself as "cool." Gerry, among other things, like the local music scene, drinking, and sports. We could not have been more different. He seemed to be the perfect person to be given the opportunity to make fun of me, so I sent him a text message that read: "Just wanted to let you know that I'm at Rivalries, and it's a klusterfuck." He responded, "Who is this?"

So much for my self deprecating humor that night.