Boys. Brits. Beers. Balls.
Sorry for the delay. I’ve been neglecting my blog for a few days because, well, I’ve been drinking with boys. Since Friday. More on that later. First, I promised you news. Unfortunately, it’s neither a job nor sex. It’s just an epiphany that hit me sometime last Friday … I can stay in New York as long as I’d like, I just have to leave Manhattan. Trust me; I don’t want to leave the island. But, if the choice is between moving back to the Midwest in September or staying in (non-Manhattan) New York, I choose New York. Yeah, I know. Not really earth-shattering news but, hey, the epiphany put a smile on my face. Enough of that. Now, the boys.
Rewind. Thursday, Le Canadien and I spend quality time bonding (no sex). One day later, on Friday, we settle into old patterns and un-bond (no sex). That’s all I have to say about that publicly. At any rate, later Friday night — and after a near-miss with a threesome (long story) — I finally stumble into bed at 4:00am. Saturday, I stumble back out of bed at 8:30am because I have a bad case of World Cup Fever. I meet up with a group of about seven friends to watch England beat Paraguay live at 9:00am New York City time. We hadn’t planned on bar-hopping throughout the day to watch all three games, but we can’t help ourselves: 3 hot British boys with 3 lions on their shirts call out to us from across the bar. We eventually challenge them to a drinking match, and the drinks start to flow. They, of course, beat us. “We’re English hooligans,” says the shortest of the three blokes, “we’re professional drinkers!” Hours later. My drunken friends and I meet up with Sid and her friends, but the two groups somehow get separated. (I don’t remember how because, at this point, it’s almost 6:00pm and we’ve all been drinking and shouting soccer chants for more than nine hours straight.) The night eventually ends. Sunday morning at 8:00am, I’m awoken by a telephone call beckoning me to join up with the group to watch more soccer. “I can’t do it,” I reason, “my liver would kill me.” So, I go back to sleep.
Two hours later. The phone rings again. “Heeeeeey,” my friend M.L. yells into the phone. “Where are you?” Uh. Huh? I’m confused. Am I supposed to be somewhere right now?!?! M.L. helps me out on this one, “don’t tell me that you forgot about the Yankees game!!!” Oh. My. Gaaaaawd. How could I forget? Is that happening this weekend, too?!?!? My first live Yankees game; M.L. scored us all tickets. So, three hours later, there I am chanting, “Jeter, marry meeeeeee!!!” from the bleachers of the stadium located on 161st street in the Bronx. Sheesh. I swear this was one of the most jam-packed weekends that I’ve had in a long time. Catching up with Le Canadien. Watching Beckham bend it. Drinking with British boys. Hanging out with friends. Cheering Jeter on. Boys, beers, bars and Beckham. Yummy. Just what I needed.
June 12th, 2006 at 6:01 am
Sounds absolutely fabulous.
June 12th, 2006 at 8:09 am
It was one of the best weekends that I’ve had here in New York. If not one of the best, definitely one of the busiest.
I love soccer. I love boys. I love my friends. All 3 came together this weekend; it was great! :)
June 12th, 2006 at 10:37 am
You had me until you said Jeter.
June 12th, 2006 at 12:08 pm
I’m with Awe, except for you had me ’til you said “Yankees.” I’m a Red Sox fan all the way, baby. But then you said “Beckham” again, and I was yours once again, as if I’d never left. ;o)
Glad you had such a great weekend!!
June 12th, 2006 at 12:58 pm
AWE: Don’t be a hater on the hottie. :)
AmyD: But, you seem like such a nice person. How is it possible that you’re a Rex Sox fan? ;) … Oh, and, Beckham *is* a cutie, isn’t he?
June 12th, 2006 at 2:52 pm
Fabu weekend, darling. I’m so glad it came together for you.
Oh, and congrats on the revelation that you can leave the island, but stay in NYC. Beautiful thing.
June 12th, 2006 at 3:18 pm
Hey Stolie,
Yes, it definately sounds like you had an absolute blast of a weekend!!!
I’ve chosen my team to cheer for the World Cup – Australia!!!
Yup, the fighting Kangaroos will rise and win the cup!
(yeah, right – but Canada doesn’t have a team, so I have to pick someone!)
June 12th, 2006 at 4:47 pm
Hahaha! OK, if it makes you feel any better, I am a DIE-HARD fan of the Carninals, as that’s the team I grew up rooting for (and lived closest to), but when my best friend lived out East, I became a Red Sox fan. I really DO despise the Yankees. Don’t know why, though. I think I’d be a Mets fan if I moved to your land (ducking, as to avoid the trash being thrown at my head). ;o)
June 12th, 2006 at 5:10 pm
Sounds like an excellent weekend! You definetely did need the break, awesome stuff!
June 12th, 2006 at 7:13 pm
Good times. We cut out of the last game to get my friends fed at Happy Shabu Shabu. That turned out to be an adventure unto itself! I do wish I had managed to hook up with you all sooner, sorry! I was getting sick and thought sleeping in would be a better life strategy than drinking at 9. And you know only impending illness would make me think such a sacrilegious thing!
June 13th, 2006 at 6:40 am
MamaChristy: Yeah, it really was a revelation of sorts. All of a sudden, I thought: wait a minute … there’s always Brooklyn!
Mitch: The fighting Kangaroos will probably do a better job than the American team. :)
AmyD: Okay, I think I see a pattern here. You like the Cardinals instead of the Cubs or White Sox. And, you like the Red Sox instead of the Yankees. Hmmm … sounds like *someone* doesn’t like big city teams. ;)
Darwin: Yeah, it was great to put aside some time to hang out with my friends.
Sid: No problem. But, you have to promise to join us at 9:00am next Saturday. :)
June 13th, 2006 at 7:20 am
Neglecting your blog? For some boys? Oh wait – DRINKING with the boys. Well, that’s ok then…
June 13th, 2006 at 8:07 am
Not just drinking with boys … drinking *and* watching World Cup Soccer with boys. :) That’s okay isn’t it.
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