Well, i'm leaving boston this morning. i'll give you a proper update when i'm in california, sitting on the shore of beautiful lake tahoe.
*EDIT*
summer in review
this summer, i wanted to accomplish the following things
(in order of importance)
A) get over my sorrow of leaving college. friends are great and they'll be great when i see them next, but i needed boston people. make friends and have fun with them in and around boston
B) have the city experiance i've always wanted to have, even if i'm not in NYC. take the subway places, go on adventures, swim in the atlantic, do some shit
c) get up to a semiproficient or perhaps moderately functional level at meeting and flirting and persuing girls. get comfortable getting numbers, asking them on dates, making advances, and if the stars alligned, have a one night stand. just cause i never believed i had the capacity to do it.
d) develop skills and find out if small company work is what i want to do. do a project big enough to feel like i contributed. get paid enough to buy a nice camera by the end of the summer. then go take some amazing boston photos and really get into photography as a hobby
e) make friends with the ex girl, as a sign of being fully moved on
f) don't die in the big city
lets see where i ended up
F was a resounding success, though there were a couple nights it couldve gone either way
E was a failure, but thats okay, i can at least recognize that deep feelings take a while to pass. still would like them to pass faster, but i can realize whats going on. this one will come
D was pretty good. of all the ways the internship could have gone, i am extremely happy about it. i got some good small lessons out of it, but primarily it reaffirmed that i want to start a company that changes the world for some group of people. money will come i'm not worried, but working for a company that was developing a medical device that could save peoples lives as opposed to help them grow a virtual cow and buy a virtual plow to clean its virtual crap - i don't want anything to do with that. even if it does supposedly maybe make them a tiny bit happier. the job helped me realize what sorts of things i have left to learn from school and how critical going back is, even if i really don't want to. oh, i spent way way too much money over the course of the summer to buy the camera. but it was worth it. i don't have photos, but i wouldn't have had the memories of which to capture
i'm going to skip C for a second
B was another complete and total success. i rode the bus to virtually everywhere. by the end of the summer i had actually stopped using my car for everything. i bussed for groceries, to the dance place, to kickball, everything. i love boston for having cambridge and then having boston. downtown boston, while not even 1/2 manhattan, gave me the dense area of a big city, even if in a tiny tiny part. cambridge gave me the middlesize city where there are sections of just 2 story houses that you can take a breather at while walking around the bustle. i know manhattan well enough to know its gogogo and you have to adjust to it. i would love to live there someday, but i think boston was a good stepping stone to that. there were peripheral parks that i came upon and squares for sitting around in (boston is the city of squares i like say, because everything revolves around a square).
A friends. ha. no one will replace the kevens and peri's of my life. but the jun and the doctor now have special spots too. just to name a few. i was the baby of the group, and got called on it many times, but found that these 10 or 15 new buddies were fun and exciting and their age meant nothing. now, did it mean caitlyn never felt threatened by me? yes, but in truth most girls realize i'm a friendzone master and feel unthreatened just the same. my friends this summer were 25-31 for the most part. and the only time i ever thought about that fact was when they made fun of ME for being young. these were just my buddies. and boy did we have some crazy times. they helped me get over the dispare of not having my closest 20 friends within a 10 minute walk in any direction. they could be a 20 minute commute and it worked out just fine, so long as everyone is willing to meet up. i think only 1 or 2 times ALL FUCKING SUMMER did i say, no, i'm too tired to go out for a drink. compare that to my senior year self, and you wouldn't believe it was darren. i truly was a boisterous young fellow. not many people know where that blog title came from. its because (a loosely remembered story that i'm sure keven will correct me on) when sarah begley wanted me to go to the bar on a thursday night i said i didn't want to go. she called me boring and old and i replied that i was a boisterous young fellow.
i was being silly but i did try in the end of the year to start doing more events instead of going to bed. well, when you're desperate for friends and social interaction, theres a fire lit under your butt. or my butt. it really worked. i was a completely different person this summer from ever before. i spent money without worrying about if i should be saving for something better. i just said, fun now is the way to go. i made the friends and i tried to learn game.
C all summer i've been trying to walk a fine line about telling you about my escapades. it wouldn't be right to tell you about a hook up in detail, so i haven't. it also is something that i started this blog to force myself to do more of (put myself out there in terms of girls). i'm an amazingly outgoing person, too much in many situations this summer. james didn't believe me (until he witnessed) when i said i was bad with girls because of how i was willing to do such out there things. and he's right, i should be better. but i'm not. and i wanted to work on that this summer. so i wrote about it in the blog to kind of let it be known that i had a goal set and so i couldn't hide from it. this process was slower than all the others. there was the marine biologist masters student that seemed to really like me and was really pretty and continued dancing with me even when she had the opportunity to escape. if that happened this past saturday, i would 100% have gotten her number, and 80% likely would have asked her out. back then, i made up an excuse and i ran away. gradually i got better at it until i could get numbers without freezing up. then i realized i was actually supposed to CALL the girl. dumbass. so then i started going on dates. some of these i told you about, others i didn't. but the whole time, keeping you in the loop was a way to force me to be more bold. by the end of the summer, i had a crazy ass date with a girl. that post was about a week ago. i have many different feelings about that post now. while its true i should take away things like, try your best to give clear signals, i think some of the things she asked of me weren't fair. i had deep feelings for my ex and it worked in part because i was fully upfront and was myself with her and (i hope) she was ok and in fact liked me for that. i'm fine putting on nice clothing and doing a little dance to woo the girl if thats the game i have to play, but i should be allowed to be me. theres a great "this american life" about the numbers of love, and how statistically, there are like 10s or even 100s of people in the world that you would be compattible enough to be in love with. its not exactly great for the princess bride 'true lub' idea but it fits a little better with this engineer's brain. anyways, i should be able to be me for the most part and still be appreciated. so, i didn't need the girl from last week. i was trying to force the dating with the girl cause i was trying to learn dating again. she seemed a fit, but really wasn't good for me, so i shouldve left it alone. another goood lesson. but i majorly digress. what was i talking about? O, that i've come a long way with girls. ya. i have. fuck. i'm definitely not an author.
the last note to make is that i realized i was correct in realizing i'm not capable of a one nighter. it would take a certain drunk and she would have to fling herself at me into a cab. i might also have to hit my head getting into that cab. like i said, the stars need to align. but i can't do it. at least not yet.
in the next days i'm going to decide if i'll continue the blog going forward at dartmouth. its not going to be as exciting (i imagine) because i'll be working my ass off. but i have to think about it. let me know what you think.
thanks for listening guys
love, darren
Monday, August 20, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
Okay, maybe i'm not fully to blame for that one.
i went dancing last night, not really expecting this girl to want to go. i also realized i was putting in a lot of effort for some pretty ridiculous stakes. i leave boston monday. theres no future with this girl. i only mildly like her, mostly i was hoping to get better at the dating thing. but it was just too much effort. when she asked if i was going, i said yes and she was welcome to join my kickball friends and i, trying to hint that i wasn't interested in a date. she never got back to me. then she showed up. i was in the advanced class (fucking amazing. i'm literally hooked on this dance. i'll summarize in a minute). she spent the evening with the kickballers mostly. then she came downstairs. i was more than happy to dance with her but wasn't focused on her by any means. i was still getting mixed signals from her, but at this point i didn't care. when we were leaving, i invited to drinks with us and she declined. i was kinda like, 'ok, i'll see ya then'. and then i left. it was weird.
okay, heres what i know how to do in west coast swing
left side pass, under arm turn, sugar push, right sugar push, sugar tuck, reverse sugar tuck, left side tuck turn, closed tuck, left outside turn, right outside turn, left wrap, right wrap, basket whip (and with turn exit), whip, one hand whip, whip with inside turn exit, whip with outside turn exit, continuous whip, swap hand whip, reverse whip, cow whip, promenade whip, right dip, she goes he goes, shoulder wrap, bow
and then maybe 5 or 8 more that i have no idea the name of
also, i've gotten to the place where i can make them up on the fly and they end up working maybe 70% of the time.
its just insane how much fun i have with this dance. of all the reasons i don't want to move from boston and go back to dartmouth, not having west coast swing is maybe number 3 on the list (behind getting paid, my kickball friends). number 4 on the list is i'm going to have my ass handed to me.
tonight is my last night with kickballers. we have the end of the season party and thats the last time i'll prolly see some of them. they keep asking me to go visit them, but i kinda have a line of people i want to visit and the nyc crew is at the top. we'll see though. i'm sure i won't have time for really anyone.
i'm going to talk to girls tonight. get numbers, even though it will mean nothing. its good practice.
i'll update you later
i went dancing last night, not really expecting this girl to want to go. i also realized i was putting in a lot of effort for some pretty ridiculous stakes. i leave boston monday. theres no future with this girl. i only mildly like her, mostly i was hoping to get better at the dating thing. but it was just too much effort. when she asked if i was going, i said yes and she was welcome to join my kickball friends and i, trying to hint that i wasn't interested in a date. she never got back to me. then she showed up. i was in the advanced class (fucking amazing. i'm literally hooked on this dance. i'll summarize in a minute). she spent the evening with the kickballers mostly. then she came downstairs. i was more than happy to dance with her but wasn't focused on her by any means. i was still getting mixed signals from her, but at this point i didn't care. when we were leaving, i invited to drinks with us and she declined. i was kinda like, 'ok, i'll see ya then'. and then i left. it was weird.
okay, heres what i know how to do in west coast swing
left side pass, under arm turn, sugar push, right sugar push, sugar tuck, reverse sugar tuck, left side tuck turn, closed tuck, left outside turn, right outside turn, left wrap, right wrap, basket whip (and with turn exit), whip, one hand whip, whip with inside turn exit, whip with outside turn exit, continuous whip, swap hand whip, reverse whip, cow whip, promenade whip, right dip, she goes he goes, shoulder wrap, bow
and then maybe 5 or 8 more that i have no idea the name of
also, i've gotten to the place where i can make them up on the fly and they end up working maybe 70% of the time.
its just insane how much fun i have with this dance. of all the reasons i don't want to move from boston and go back to dartmouth, not having west coast swing is maybe number 3 on the list (behind getting paid, my kickball friends). number 4 on the list is i'm going to have my ass handed to me.
tonight is my last night with kickballers. we have the end of the season party and thats the last time i'll prolly see some of them. they keep asking me to go visit them, but i kinda have a line of people i want to visit and the nyc crew is at the top. we'll see though. i'm sure i won't have time for really anyone.
i'm going to talk to girls tonight. get numbers, even though it will mean nothing. its good practice.
i'll update you later
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
o man have a i got a darren story for you. its a little more detailed than you're used to, but its so darren that i have to share it. also, the quotes are not literal, but as best as i could recall
so i went on a 4th or 5th date with a girl last night. but i have to set up the story a bit better. i met this girl at a dance club maybe a month or so ago. she was the maid of honor it turned out at the bacholette party that was going on at the Kong. we were dancing and i realized she was a good swing dancer, so i got her number and invited her to go west coast swing dancing with me. so i took her on that tuesday. in parrallel, i had been trying to get my kickball friends to go dancing. 4 of them showed up the same day. i was ecstatic. we all had a great time and i walked her home after my friend katie drove us to the T and made another date and it was great.
zoom forward. i had been texting this girl about dancing and dinner when i eventually get a text that says something of the effect of "just so you know, we're not doing any messing around tonight". now, this freaks me out. all spooked. we had done some making out at the end of the last date and i had done the best i could to read the signs. when it seemed like she said she wanted to leave it at that and i didn't go further. but from this text, i started to wonder if i did something inappropriate
we go on the date, i'm spooked but ready to figure it out. i am having a great time and learned an amazing drink from the bartender (green monster [not the one with monster energy drink]: malibu, vanilla vodka, midori. amazingly delicious) anyways, the date is going well, except this other girl is talking to me a lot. i don't know how to get rid of her. i'm not going to say get lost, cause i'm too nice. The following happens over the course of a dance and then standing and talking during a second song. maybe 7 or 8 minutes. [even i know this is not what i should be doing on a date, but like i said, i'm too polite to say go away]
later, when we're walking to the bus stop she says, 'you should take that girl out', i just about stop in my tracks. okay, now i'm all fucking confused. she didn't make a deal about it earlier, i thought the night was going well. i've danced with her maybe 30 or 40% of the songs. been flirty. i was planning on giving her a goodnight kiss and then a 'well i wish i was staying in the area so we could see this through'. but now i wasn't sure if i was even on track for a kiss. was i even on a date with her? what's going on?
<this post is turning into a novel, i'm sorry, i'll start summarizing>
we spend the next 15 minutes with her trying to critique my dating skills. do this, not that. you can't say this, etc. i skip getting on my bus. the whole thing was fairly uncomfortable, but i stayed because it was so surreal, like we were in a play and broke the fourth wall and filled the audience in on the story.
when her bus was coming, i get up to give her a hug. even the densest of dense can tell i have sky rocketed into the friend zone. i'm the master of friend zone. i had invited her on monday to go dancing again on thursday, but she declined. so as we left I said, "well, i don't know when next i'll see you. but i've had fun with you and i learned that i suck at this. i wish i had more time to see things out with you"
she immediately did the i'm interested caress that she just taught me and said "well, i'll see you thursday right".
"um, ya, i'm going dancing if you want to join"
"then see you there"
then i let her walk onto the bus and i watch it leave
this morning i wondered if i should have tried to kiss her. i'm all mixed up about where we stand. but really, it doesn't matter, what matters is the following
whereas before i've thought girls are too complicated, and stupid, now i realize, no, I'M the stupid one. if i am too tactless to keven, too dense to understand stephanie, peri has all but copyrighted the "oh darren (shaking head)" phrase -> it must be me. i can think of a million times E and i miscommunicated and i'm now sure it was my fault. thats why i instituted the 'if ever you need something, you have to be 100% frank with darren, or you might as well expect him to do it wrong' policy. i'm an amazingly nice person, but i'm not tactful and i'm extremely clueless. but now i have two huge datapoints on that. last night, and when E told me she wished during our relationship i had been more affectionate in the following sense. 'i wish when we were out, people knew i was your girlfriend and not just a friend'. that nearly broke my heart. just crushed me. but, i don't need to get into that right now. what happened last night was virtually the same thing. pay attention to me to indicate its a date
lesson learned, i have to get better at directed affection and not this messy darren affection.
holy crap that was a long post. i thought it was too juicy to gloss over. but i'm a little nervous putting it online. whatever, you guys are my friends.
so i went on a 4th or 5th date with a girl last night. but i have to set up the story a bit better. i met this girl at a dance club maybe a month or so ago. she was the maid of honor it turned out at the bacholette party that was going on at the Kong. we were dancing and i realized she was a good swing dancer, so i got her number and invited her to go west coast swing dancing with me. so i took her on that tuesday. in parrallel, i had been trying to get my kickball friends to go dancing. 4 of them showed up the same day. i was ecstatic. we all had a great time and i walked her home after my friend katie drove us to the T and made another date and it was great.
zoom forward. i had been texting this girl about dancing and dinner when i eventually get a text that says something of the effect of "just so you know, we're not doing any messing around tonight". now, this freaks me out. all spooked. we had done some making out at the end of the last date and i had done the best i could to read the signs. when it seemed like she said she wanted to leave it at that and i didn't go further. but from this text, i started to wonder if i did something inappropriate
we go on the date, i'm spooked but ready to figure it out. i am having a great time and learned an amazing drink from the bartender (green monster [not the one with monster energy drink]: malibu, vanilla vodka, midori. amazingly delicious) anyways, the date is going well, except this other girl is talking to me a lot. i don't know how to get rid of her. i'm not going to say get lost, cause i'm too nice. The following happens over the course of a dance and then standing and talking during a second song. maybe 7 or 8 minutes. [even i know this is not what i should be doing on a date, but like i said, i'm too polite to say go away]
in an effort to make it clear i'm trying to leave, i tell him i'm moving to california.she starts asking why. i panic cause i'm not actually moving to california. so i say "to go back for a masters degree in engineering". (which is what i've been telling people to avoid having to explain what the hell my dual degree thing is).random girl: "where in california"darren: (fuck, now i have to tell her a school) "UCSD"girl: "o cool, what kind of engineering"darren: "mechanical"girl: "o what type"darren: (shit, now i have to pick a masters concentration. pick something she prolly won't know anything about so we can move on) "nanotechnology"girl: "o awesome, they do that at my company"darren: (FUCK. how do i get rid of her. also, why didn't i meet you 4 weeks ago?) "o, tell me about where you work"girl: "Lincoln Labs"(FUCK. THATS TOTALLY A PLACE I WOULD LOVE A CONNECTION TO GET A JOB AT IN THE FUTURE. AND NOW I"VE SET UP A SERIES OF ALMOST TRUTHS. FUCK)also, i want her to be gone. so i let her tell me about her work. of course its fucking awesome and i would love to work at this company, then i could live in boston and get paid well and be near my NYC friends and get to have my east coast time. so i'm torn between saying get lost and developing enough of a relation to be able to ask for an introduction when i apply to this company in a year. its not that hard a decision. 1 more week with date-girl, or a connection to lincoln labs. i stay talking to this woman.
this is a great time to ask for a business card, and get out of there. i do. but then she asks if i'm going dancing on thursday. i am, (and i maybe should have done this earlier but then i wouldn't have gotten a contact to LL, i say) "i have to get back to my date."
she says great, then i'll see you thursday (at this point, this is great. i won't have a date, i can sit her down and explain in my haste to get back to my date i made up some lies and she'll be upset but then we'll hopefully laugh about it and i'll have a connection to lincoln labs. )i immediately go back to date girl and i'm really upfront with the her and say that. "look, this other girl just gave me her number and i didn't know how to get rid of her. i'm sorry about that"
later, when we're walking to the bus stop she says, 'you should take that girl out', i just about stop in my tracks. okay, now i'm all fucking confused. she didn't make a deal about it earlier, i thought the night was going well. i've danced with her maybe 30 or 40% of the songs. been flirty. i was planning on giving her a goodnight kiss and then a 'well i wish i was staying in the area so we could see this through'. but now i wasn't sure if i was even on track for a kiss. was i even on a date with her? what's going on?
i say, "no, i'm out with you right now"at this point i start to explain how i'm not very perceptive and tact isn't my strong suit. and how i have a crappy memory. and i'm a really caring person, i apologize if i did something inappropriate on the wednesday. i was dating in the only way i knew how, by being my dense, tactless, self. i had thought what i was doing was giving the signs.
her: "is this a date?"
okay, hold up, what the hell?
me: "ok hold on. lets clear this up. this is our like, fourth date"
her: "well, not really. i never really got the sense you were interested. the first time we went dancing didn't count cause you invited the other people. then you didn't pay for my dinner the second time."
me: "ya, but when you showed up to dancing with your friend i was trying to make clear i wanted to see you. and i'm not even counting that time. and then how about when we went out with your friends and then i drove you home and then we were making out. that had to have been a date."
her: "ya, that one was, but every other time i've hung out with you i get mixed signals. first you're into me. which was great. then you show up with friends. and go dancing with other girls. and we got a ride home from your friend katie instead of leaving on our own. you never made any moves until that wednesday. you didn't wait for me to go inside when you drove me home. you didn't remember things i had said to you. frankly you were showing me you just wanted to be friends who go dancing. which sucked cause i was really into you from the start. Except that wednesday. and then that went way to fast" (what!? i've been training all summer at flirting and have been instructed to ABC - always be closing, which is something i have a terrible time doing because i don't work that fast because it makes me uncomfortable. furthermore, WHAT too fast, uh oh what did i do?)
suddenly she says, "here, like this. i know you're interested in me, you have to show me." she caresses my head. "more contact means interest"
"but i don't want to just start touching you"
"you'll know if she doesn't want it"
<this post is turning into a novel, i'm sorry, i'll start summarizing>
we spend the next 15 minutes with her trying to critique my dating skills. do this, not that. you can't say this, etc. i skip getting on my bus. the whole thing was fairly uncomfortable, but i stayed because it was so surreal, like we were in a play and broke the fourth wall and filled the audience in on the story.
when her bus was coming, i get up to give her a hug. even the densest of dense can tell i have sky rocketed into the friend zone. i'm the master of friend zone. i had invited her on monday to go dancing again on thursday, but she declined. so as we left I said, "well, i don't know when next i'll see you. but i've had fun with you and i learned that i suck at this. i wish i had more time to see things out with you"
she immediately did the i'm interested caress that she just taught me and said "well, i'll see you thursday right".
"um, ya, i'm going dancing if you want to join"
"then see you there"
then i let her walk onto the bus and i watch it leave
this morning i wondered if i should have tried to kiss her. i'm all mixed up about where we stand. but really, it doesn't matter, what matters is the following
whereas before i've thought girls are too complicated, and stupid, now i realize, no, I'M the stupid one. if i am too tactless to keven, too dense to understand stephanie, peri has all but copyrighted the "oh darren (shaking head)" phrase -> it must be me. i can think of a million times E and i miscommunicated and i'm now sure it was my fault. thats why i instituted the 'if ever you need something, you have to be 100% frank with darren, or you might as well expect him to do it wrong' policy. i'm an amazingly nice person, but i'm not tactful and i'm extremely clueless. but now i have two huge datapoints on that. last night, and when E told me she wished during our relationship i had been more affectionate in the following sense. 'i wish when we were out, people knew i was your girlfriend and not just a friend'. that nearly broke my heart. just crushed me. but, i don't need to get into that right now. what happened last night was virtually the same thing. pay attention to me to indicate its a date
lesson learned, i have to get better at directed affection and not this messy darren affection.
holy crap that was a long post. i thought it was too juicy to gloss over. but i'm a little nervous putting it online. whatever, you guys are my friends.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
i just had a great and desperately needed softball/drinking day. i was super depressed from being sick and missing all the fun things i was going to be doing last week. and so i really needed that. we went to kellen's house in connecticut and played softball in his backyard and did the drinking debauchery thats always fun. i learned that at a campout, either have a fuck buddy, or have your own tent. cause no matter how you plan where you're going to sleep, you're cockblocking somebody. i made 3 different sleeping nests only to have to move to allow some couple to have some 'lone time. at one point i just said no. IM SLEEPING HERE. YOU MOVE. but it all worked out (ish). i got like 4 hours or so of sleep like thing.
and now, i'm back home, packing up all my things. i hate doing this. i do it so often its a process. first i take down my posters. then i fill my book boxes. then i load up the big boxes. then i fold all my clothes. it just sucks.
but the worst part is, i'm moving away from all my new best friends. i was extremely sad to leave vassar. extreme depressed. but then i made a group of wonderful freinds. i have 5 bros (something dank haus was but not quite like this. i've always wanted to be a bro). i have my group of girls (who by obligation think i'm the nicest young boy - that is, my friendzone crew). and i have a great feel for boston and where to go and what to do. O and i have my work buddies. who are awesome. getting paid is sweet. and when i get paid appropriately, i'm going to be (effectively) loaded. cause i spend tons of money on alcohol already and i can more or less support the drinking on my measely current salery. i just imagine what i could do with a proper engineer salary.
i find myself doing the reflecting thing a lot. i mean thats what you do when you pick up and move your life. i've been thinking mostly about if i played my summer right. most of my goals were met. i don't really wanna get into it, but i think i made the right decisions. cause what i wanted - to live in a big city and have a crazy fun time - is what i got. i just don't want to let it go.
and even though its scary to say, i didn't need my vassar people to make it happen. i miss them. all the freaking time. but thats what will make seeing them so special, is the being away. it'll make going to nyc so much extra special.
(don't cry)
and now, i'm back home, packing up all my things. i hate doing this. i do it so often its a process. first i take down my posters. then i fill my book boxes. then i load up the big boxes. then i fold all my clothes. it just sucks.
but the worst part is, i'm moving away from all my new best friends. i was extremely sad to leave vassar. extreme depressed. but then i made a group of wonderful freinds. i have 5 bros (something dank haus was but not quite like this. i've always wanted to be a bro). i have my group of girls (who by obligation think i'm the nicest young boy - that is, my friendzone crew). and i have a great feel for boston and where to go and what to do. O and i have my work buddies. who are awesome. getting paid is sweet. and when i get paid appropriately, i'm going to be (effectively) loaded. cause i spend tons of money on alcohol already and i can more or less support the drinking on my measely current salery. i just imagine what i could do with a proper engineer salary.
i find myself doing the reflecting thing a lot. i mean thats what you do when you pick up and move your life. i've been thinking mostly about if i played my summer right. most of my goals were met. i don't really wanna get into it, but i think i made the right decisions. cause what i wanted - to live in a big city and have a crazy fun time - is what i got. i just don't want to let it go.
and even though its scary to say, i didn't need my vassar people to make it happen. i miss them. all the freaking time. but thats what will make seeing them so special, is the being away. it'll make going to nyc so much extra special.
(don't cry)
Saturday, August 11, 2012
no update recently cause i've been dying. well, sick.
i bailed on operation kill kenny (for his birthday), i canceled a date. I didn't go to dancing. and i skipped getting shitty with my buddies. its amazing how depressing being sick is. you sit at home and do nothing. nothing at all. you think about the things you could be doing. and you don't do them. plus doesn't help when your roommate has a super hot girlfriend over for 'sleepovers' every night of the week.
whatever. i'm going to softball today. its happening. it is. no stopping it. (unless i'm too sick)
i bailed on operation kill kenny (for his birthday), i canceled a date. I didn't go to dancing. and i skipped getting shitty with my buddies. its amazing how depressing being sick is. you sit at home and do nothing. nothing at all. you think about the things you could be doing. and you don't do them. plus doesn't help when your roommate has a super hot girlfriend over for 'sleepovers' every night of the week.
whatever. i'm going to softball today. its happening. it is. no stopping it. (unless i'm too sick)
Monday, August 6, 2012
Miniunions
Nick and Keven came to visit this weekend. I haven't seen keven since moving out, so it was great to see him. nick had been over recently but was his typical vibrant self so it was fun.
friday night we went with the broseffs (kickball guys are very into bromance. its somewhat a satirical and somewhat genuine bro love) to a hot pot place and got real real drunk on sake bombs. from there we rolled on over to the kong, and instantly took over karaoke. i've since been told i went up to a group of girls and invited them to come with, but accidentally frightened them. they apparently didn't hear me and then i went and to invite them and got too close (and in hindsight wonder why i wasn't slapped). anyways, at the kong i switched to waters and nick kept on to scorpion bowls. some of the kickball girls showed up and i sang them a song (fuck her gently). martha told me on sunday she was incredibly embarrassed... for me. but i'm sure i had a great old time. in fact i remember thinking i was clever (not because of the song content, but because i found a song that i knew all the words to. crazy, i know). when we went to go get keven, we were real drunk. we got back to my house and he had a drink or two but mostly we were set to retire.
saturday we went on the harpoon brewery tour. this was another excelent and nearly free drinking event. we tasted most all of the beers harpoon makes and decided which ones we like (PUMPKIN!). afterwards, we walked along the greenway - the parks the snake around the downtown area. we went up to north end to get gelato and then headed home to make pina coladas. we went for indian for dinner, met up with julia and stuffed ourselves. this was unfortunate because it severely hurt our drinking desire. we trudged around harvard square a number of times but didn't do much heavy drinking.
sunday we went to the kickball barbecue and then keven took off. nick got to play some kickball when various teams forfeited. my team lost in the second round. whatever. i always was in the semicompetitive awkward place with kickball, so its good i just was done. we had to wait until all the games were done, and we were getting desperately sober.
we went to the bar and took care of that. and, after nick left, i walked back to the bar and (i claim credit for) broke up a fight. one guy made a really inappropriate comment about another guy (who is an ex marine and would have beat him up badly). i happened to be kinda right there. and i just made friends with the namecaller's friend and more or less was apologizing for everyone saying bad stuff to him when it was his friend was the one who was to blame. he talked his friend out the door, then came back in for some reason (there was suddenly tons of testosterone and stupidity in the room. i felt it too, but since everyone around me was easily 4" or more taller and broader, i wasn't going to be doing anything stupid). he and i talked for a bit while he kinda calmed down and then i sorta convinced him to leave. [in reality, i'm sure i'm misremembering my importance, but i certainly was peacemaking and also standing inbetween these angry giants] mostly i consider myself a hero.
i had tried to spend as little money as possible (i'm tired of constantly being worried about making bill payments. i had hoped to SAVE my money from this summer. but its impossible to go out and not spend at least 20 or 30 bucks. money just flows out of my pocket. its really quite ridiculous.
on the book for this week. another date. operation "kill kenny" - for his birthday. another advanced dancing class. my last free weekend night in boston (TEARS). and kellen's softball game and shenanigans
Nick and Keven came to visit this weekend. I haven't seen keven since moving out, so it was great to see him. nick had been over recently but was his typical vibrant self so it was fun.
friday night we went with the broseffs (kickball guys are very into bromance. its somewhat a satirical and somewhat genuine bro love) to a hot pot place and got real real drunk on sake bombs. from there we rolled on over to the kong, and instantly took over karaoke. i've since been told i went up to a group of girls and invited them to come with, but accidentally frightened them. they apparently didn't hear me and then i went and to invite them and got too close (and in hindsight wonder why i wasn't slapped). anyways, at the kong i switched to waters and nick kept on to scorpion bowls. some of the kickball girls showed up and i sang them a song (fuck her gently). martha told me on sunday she was incredibly embarrassed... for me. but i'm sure i had a great old time. in fact i remember thinking i was clever (not because of the song content, but because i found a song that i knew all the words to. crazy, i know). when we went to go get keven, we were real drunk. we got back to my house and he had a drink or two but mostly we were set to retire.
saturday we went on the harpoon brewery tour. this was another excelent and nearly free drinking event. we tasted most all of the beers harpoon makes and decided which ones we like (PUMPKIN!). afterwards, we walked along the greenway - the parks the snake around the downtown area. we went up to north end to get gelato and then headed home to make pina coladas. we went for indian for dinner, met up with julia and stuffed ourselves. this was unfortunate because it severely hurt our drinking desire. we trudged around harvard square a number of times but didn't do much heavy drinking.
sunday we went to the kickball barbecue and then keven took off. nick got to play some kickball when various teams forfeited. my team lost in the second round. whatever. i always was in the semicompetitive awkward place with kickball, so its good i just was done. we had to wait until all the games were done, and we were getting desperately sober.
we went to the bar and took care of that. and, after nick left, i walked back to the bar and (i claim credit for) broke up a fight. one guy made a really inappropriate comment about another guy (who is an ex marine and would have beat him up badly). i happened to be kinda right there. and i just made friends with the namecaller's friend and more or less was apologizing for everyone saying bad stuff to him when it was his friend was the one who was to blame. he talked his friend out the door, then came back in for some reason (there was suddenly tons of testosterone and stupidity in the room. i felt it too, but since everyone around me was easily 4" or more taller and broader, i wasn't going to be doing anything stupid). he and i talked for a bit while he kinda calmed down and then i sorta convinced him to leave. [in reality, i'm sure i'm misremembering my importance, but i certainly was peacemaking and also standing inbetween these angry giants] mostly i consider myself a hero.
i had tried to spend as little money as possible (i'm tired of constantly being worried about making bill payments. i had hoped to SAVE my money from this summer. but its impossible to go out and not spend at least 20 or 30 bucks. money just flows out of my pocket. its really quite ridiculous.
on the book for this week. another date. operation "kill kenny" - for his birthday. another advanced dancing class. my last free weekend night in boston (TEARS). and kellen's softball game and shenanigans
Friday, August 3, 2012
the end is fast approaching.
i really don't want to go back to school. life is so much fun with all my new bostonian amigos. this isn't going to be my sappy summary post, not QUITE yet. but i'm starting to feel it.
no, power onward!
Keven and nick are coming for the weekend (i know, a ton of visitors). i'm really excited to have dnk in boston. tomorrow we're going on the harpoon brewery tour and then who knows afterwards. then in the night i'm going to try and meet with tyler for drinks. ty is the one i stayed with for the first week before i had a place to stay. then sunday is our last kickball game. playoffs and then drinking like theres no monday. i mean slip-sloppy.
if this weekend doesn't kill me, then i did it wrong.
i really don't want to go back to school. life is so much fun with all my new bostonian amigos. this isn't going to be my sappy summary post, not QUITE yet. but i'm starting to feel it.
no, power onward!
Keven and nick are coming for the weekend (i know, a ton of visitors). i'm really excited to have dnk in boston. tomorrow we're going on the harpoon brewery tour and then who knows afterwards. then in the night i'm going to try and meet with tyler for drinks. ty is the one i stayed with for the first week before i had a place to stay. then sunday is our last kickball game. playoffs and then drinking like theres no monday. i mean slip-sloppy.
if this weekend doesn't kill me, then i did it wrong.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Its been a little while since i posted.
work is still like pulling teeth. my distributors are dumber than piles of crap.
saturday i met up with james and a friend from home and we did north end (finally) and then got ice cream. we met with matt and kylie and went to dinner then out to a bar. I was flirting pretty heavy with the waitress, and she was giving it back. i asked for her favorite drink, and she reccommended two good ones. i wrote "you have good taste" then left my name and number. i thought that was pretty slick. but alas, she never called. james and amanda and i headed to logan's frat. he lives in MIT Tao Epsilon Phi. there house was the coolest frat i've ever been in. amazing real estate, huge and awesome rooms, all kinds of awesome engineering geekyness (this was not your frat boy type frat, though those do exist at MIT. this was a geek's frat. but no negative judgement from me, i thought it was sweet).
sunday i was actually excited for the drinking. i got up and went to keggs and eggs and got good and derunk. played kickball drunk, went to courtside and then in typical darren fashion decided it was time to leave and peaced.
monday i took it easy (i'm finding this to be real important for not dying, taking nights off - or rather, i take mondays off and pretty much that's it).
Tuesday i took a bunch of kickball girls to swing dancing. i realized half the girls in the class were there as a result of me. i should get a discount or something. not only that, they raised the price of the lessons. kinda lame. whatever. i'm absolutely a west coast swing junkie now. this is kinda bad.
i am no living with two people. one guy came by to check out the place on monday night. he's 30 and an odd dude. the other guy showed up last night and said, "who are you." I said, "i live here, who are you". but he's cool. hes a mechanical engineer at tufts and was working as a marketing intern with a san Francisco. he made a rap video for the company. interesting use of engineering talent. but he's cool.
we'll see how i adapt to living with people.
work is still like pulling teeth. my distributors are dumber than piles of crap.
saturday i met up with james and a friend from home and we did north end (finally) and then got ice cream. we met with matt and kylie and went to dinner then out to a bar. I was flirting pretty heavy with the waitress, and she was giving it back. i asked for her favorite drink, and she reccommended two good ones. i wrote "you have good taste" then left my name and number. i thought that was pretty slick. but alas, she never called. james and amanda and i headed to logan's frat. he lives in MIT Tao Epsilon Phi. there house was the coolest frat i've ever been in. amazing real estate, huge and awesome rooms, all kinds of awesome engineering geekyness (this was not your frat boy type frat, though those do exist at MIT. this was a geek's frat. but no negative judgement from me, i thought it was sweet).
sunday i was actually excited for the drinking. i got up and went to keggs and eggs and got good and derunk. played kickball drunk, went to courtside and then in typical darren fashion decided it was time to leave and peaced.
monday i took it easy (i'm finding this to be real important for not dying, taking nights off - or rather, i take mondays off and pretty much that's it).
Tuesday i took a bunch of kickball girls to swing dancing. i realized half the girls in the class were there as a result of me. i should get a discount or something. not only that, they raised the price of the lessons. kinda lame. whatever. i'm absolutely a west coast swing junkie now. this is kinda bad.
i am no living with two people. one guy came by to check out the place on monday night. he's 30 and an odd dude. the other guy showed up last night and said, "who are you." I said, "i live here, who are you". but he's cool. hes a mechanical engineer at tufts and was working as a marketing intern with a san Francisco. he made a rap video for the company. interesting use of engineering talent. but he's cool.
we'll see how i adapt to living with people.
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