i'll start with a synopsis of my last couple days. yesterday was a great day. i woke up around 7.40 to move my car before the 8.00 meters became an issue. i then lazed around my room (sleeping, mostly) until 12.45. i woke, hopped into the shower and headed to the preschool to pick up a notepad that i needed for therapy in the afternoon. i wasted a couple hours by heading out to burlington's ems (an outdoor store). i got two pairs of shorts, a tank top, and some flip-flops that are a little more on the 'girly side' than my norm. for anyone that knows me...they have PINK on them!! omg. what's happening to me?! the therapy session went well. i got off work around 6 and headed for the apartment. i sat around with the three guys that i live with and had some beers. i think we watched tv or something...;) i can't really remember (you will soon realize why i can't remember).

we find out about a party going on in chestnut hill and five minutes later we're on the t (boston's train). the party was alright. it was the type party that you think is awesome while you are there because you're wasted...but the next day when you really think about it, you realize that it was just an average party. its amazing how alcohol can haze the boundaries between reality and fantasy. hm...lots of examples of this. the infamous 'beer goggles' through which girls/guys seem a lot cuter after a few beers. i think that this phenomenon is mostly a good quality of alcohol. it can work for or against you in the 'beer googles' sense, depending upon the comparison of your looks and the prospect's looks. my thinking that the party was great while i was there did nothing but make me have a better time. who knows...i guess i could think forever on examples of this 'boundary hazing,' but i really don't feel like it.

the drinks i had (as i can recall :)

1. shipyard pale ale

2. corona with lime

3. miller high life

4. dirty martini (STOUT)

5. miller high life

6. shot that was disgusting

7. shot that was disgusting

8. miller high life

9. natty lite

p>wow...that was a lot of alcohol. i have no clue what time we left the party or what any of the people's names were with which i was conversing. nonetheless, we left the party and grabbed a cab to an atm near our place. ihop happened...back home. i had work this morning and completely forgot to set my alarm. well i had it set, but not on--which does NO good.

so i wake up to my cell phone ringing...it was my employer. shit. this situation sucked. i am never late. i'm nearly ocd about making sure i am awake early enough to be on time, everywhere. granted, i had way too much alcohol in my system to successfully carry on a therapy session at 8.30 am. i got to their place around 9.45 and ran some programs with great success. another good therapy session today :) i overlapped with the speech therapist from 11.00-12.00. the most productive time on the job is when i overlap with the other therapists on the 'team.' anyways...i head back home (still haven't showered from the crazy previos night) and find my roomates all 'soccered' out. after i attached some work out clothes to my body, we walked across the neighborhood to a park, where we played soccer for nearly three hours. i miss soccer so badly...think i'll start going out on wednesday nights to play with some people we met/played with at the park.

i cooked up some spaghetti for dinner and a roomate made bruschetta. both were good. i failed at an attempt to find a swimsuit at some sports stores down the road. currently, i'm listening to the first minidisk i ever made, getting ready to pack my bags for the bahamas (leave tomorrow), and i will have some beers with the roomates and some people that are coming over. i think we may have some tentative plans of going to play pool and rent a movie. who knows what may come of that idea once the bottles empty.

so i leave for the bahamas tomorrow...i am going to keep a journal while i'm there. i'll try to upload it so that you can see how the trip went.