Do we HAVE to get along ALL THE TIME?!?!?

Okay.

Getting along with everyone I know was one of the most important thing in my life when I was...10 (along with; playing, food and many other things I take for granted now). Okay, maybe even until I was about 20, but the number of people definitely decreased.
I have been watching the Olympics, and apparently, there has been this grade school level of gossip about who shook who's hands first. COME ON!!! Don't we know by now, that some people JUST WON"T GET ALONG, NO MATTER WHAT? Why is it so important that these two men be best friends? They are competitors. They don't HAVE to like each other. I mean, isn't competing in the Olympics a pressure as it is? Why do we have to put an added pressure to these athletes...? Beats me.
There are people who are paid to deal with such things: Brittany and Kevin, the Jacksons (especially Michael), Brad and Angelina...

Let the Olympian do what they are there to do.
Compete and get a damn medal...Preferably GOLD>
And you all know that I don't like ALL OF YOU. I like some of you less than others, few--even less than the one I like less.
there. I said it.

I'm no body, who are you??

In a recent conversation with my mother, I had said that I'm enjoying being anonymous for a change.

I'm not a celebrity, nor a public person. I have never been, and I am definitely not now. I was pretty well known around my town when I was living in Northampton and Amherst up until not too long ago. You see, I was bartending/waiting at a pretty hip joint in Northampton for a little shy of 7 years. It didn't take too long before people started to notice me everywhere in town. There wasn't a coffee shop or a small market where I didn't bump into someone who'd say..."Don't you work at Mulinos?", or "hey! You were my bartender at the Bishops last weekend!".

Soon, I never had to worry about going out alone. By the time I've ordered my drink at a bar in town, which was always free, I'd be sitting with at least 2 or 3 people, having a good time. --and I'd have met all of them either at my bar or through some restaurant people in town.

I'm not a big drinker which means I'm a cheap date, but even if I had drank a bit, I've never paid for them. (nor for my daily caffeine injection) MY drinks were always on the bartender, who's probably had his/her drink on me when they visited my bar. I was, and still am, always a great tipper though. So, why all this yuppady yada???

I'm nobody now.
I love being in this big city, and I know those from NYC will laugh at me for calling Boston BIG, but I have yet to establish a territory. I know no bartender, waitstaff, nor a Starbucks barrister. I don't bump into people I know. I know no one...

For now, I LOVE it. It gives me a privacy I haven't enjoyed in a long time. I'm sure I will get sick of it at one point, and scream out of my apartment, desperate for a human contact, but for now... THIS IS GOOD.
Don't believe me?? You try it.
GO BARTEND FOR ABOUT 7 YEARS IN NOHO, AND THEN MOVE SOMEWHERE, WHERE YOU DON'T KNOW ANYONE, BUT MAKE SURE YOU AT LEAST HAVE ONE PERSON YOU KNOW. I DID. FOR AN EMERGENCY, IF I EVER FEEL MYSELF GOING CRAZY....

THREE OH! OH! OH!

Hey there, I'm 30 today.
I returned from visiting my family in Western Mass very late last night, due to the incompetence of Peterpan bus system and their web-master. I had this grand plan to write a kick-ass blog entry for my kick-ass 30th birthday, but I got home very close to midnight. So, this one is going to be less dramatic, slightly below the standard entry, but I don't care. I'm a 30- year-old woman. HA HA HA

An interesting event, though, happened last night. I was so hung up on returning to my apartment before midnight. In fact, I was anxious about it. I wonder what I was thinking, but I definitely understood Cinderella's position when the clock was about to strike at midnight. (or was it Snow White? no...It's Cinderella) Like I've said, I made it home before midnight and nothing happened.

I told you. Less dramatic, slightly below the standard.

Happy birthday to me!

T for two

Didn't I promise you a T story?

During my ... hmmm... let's see...
6 plus months on the T every morning and evening; I haven't yet ridden on a T that was any of the following:

-Free of "stuck doors"
-Free of drunk jerks who just HAVE to stand right in my face (the smell of the alcohol makes me dizzy and nauseated)
-Free of BU kids...This one will never happen, unless I switch out of the Green line
-Free of a head banger and a goth chick making out heavily
-Free of some middle aged man breathing down that metallic and slightly garlic breath
-Free of someone asking for money in a Starbucks or a Au Bon Pain cup ( I'm sorry, but if I saw a bum with a Dunkey Ds cup vs a Starbucks cup? I don't know about you, but I'd be more likely to give my change to the bum with a DD cup)

There are many more, but where's the fun in revealing it all at once?
oh, one more... I really hate it when people try to peep at what I'm reading. GET YOUR OWN DAMN METRO!! THEY ARE FREE!!!