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| Tuesday, May 30, 2006 |
| "I got a stage five. Virgin. Clinger." |
Yup that's right, another wedding, another applicable Wedding Crashers quote. Though I'll admit I have no idea if the following story involves a virgin, but the clinger thing? Well, read on. Welcome back to the world of Single Finy Dating stories everyone. Who knew it would only take a month for them to start up again.
The wedding this weekend was absolutely wonderful. Held on the top floor of the Biltmore in Providence, the views were beautiful, the food was fantastic and the bar? It was open.
With my closest friends and I drinking, dancing, and having a generally good time, when I saw two of the bride's cousins sitting down during a particularly rowdy song, I made it my duty to drag them out onto the dance floor. Because hell, if we were having this much fun, then everyone should be.
Ok, so one of them was kinda cute, and while he came on strong from the minute we got onto the dance floor (read: hand planted firmly on my ass, tried to kiss me within moments of beginning to bust a move) I rolled with it since, well, I was wasted, and it was fun. He seemed pretty normal: lived in Hartford, was 27, no longer lived with parents, had a job. Hell it was a wedding fer christ's sake. I was game.
So a few hours, a lot of making out, and a post-party trip to a local bar later, we parted ways. He said he'd call. I didn't really expect him to.
Noon the next day. I get a message from Wedding Boy. He wanted to see if I had made it back to New York ok, etc etc. I thought, oh, that's sweet, and proceeded not to call him back since I was spending time with my family, whom I only get to see every now and then.
9:30pm. I get another call. This time I am in the car with MM and her boyfriend. We are on our way back to NYC, and the last place I want to be when having the "So, uh, we made out last night" conversation is in a car with two other people listening. So I don't answer again. The message this time is of the "Uh-yeah-so-I-wanted-to-make-sure-I-left-you-my-number-in-the-last-message" variety. He sounds nervous and maybe a little pathetic. Uh oh. But I give him the benefit of the doubt. I text him back, explain that I was with my family all day and am now in the car with friends and I hope he had a nice day. I'm not a big fan that I am already explaining myself to him but again, I give him the benefit of the doubt, I don't know him yet.
The MINUTE I hit send my phone starts ringing. It's wedding boy. AGAIN. I don't pick up. Now I am annoyed. I had just told him that I couldn't talk and yet here he is calling me?! Two minutes later I get a text. "I understand today was a long day. I will call u tmorrow u ray beautiful". Now, if anyone can tell me what the word "ray" was supposed to be I'd really appreciate it.
At this point, MM's boyfriend is hoping he's wasted. We're all concocting plots in our heads for why he's called twice and texted me once in the span of ten minutes. And then it happens. Not five minutes after receiving the text, my cell starts vibrating. That's right. It's him. Again.
At this point I don't even know what to do. I clearly can not talk to him since I have already told him I can't talk, and he has called me twice since then. If I had picked up the phone then I would have just asked him straight out "are you trying to get me to run in the other direction, because that's what I am doing". So instead I let it go to voice mail. He doesn't leave a message and I haven't heard from him since.
Then again, it's only been 18 hours.
Admit it, my being single makes for much more compelling blogging.Labels: dating |
posted by FINY @ Tuesday, May 30, 2006   |
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| Friday, May 26, 2006 |
| Happy Long Weekend |
Well, as you can tell, the new template is up and running. Thanks to everyone who commented - there are still issues to work out (the comments being the main one) but I'll figure it all out at some point, try and be patient with me.
In a few hours I head up to Rhode Island. Tomorrow night is a friend's birthday party, Sunday is a wedding, Monday I head back to good ole NYC. I feel like the weekend is over already and it hasn't even started yet.
Anyway, I hope everyone has a wonderful long weekend! See you Tuesday!Labels: blogging, misc. |
| posted by FINY @ Friday, May 26, 2006 |
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| Thursday, May 25, 2006 |
| Favor |
| Ok everyone, do me a favor. Go to http://soxfaninnycdummy.blogspot.com. I've got a new template I am fooling around with, and I need feedback. Labels: blogging |
| posted by FINY @ Thursday, May 25, 2006 |
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| Wednesday, May 24, 2006 |
| The Streak is Over |
July 1, 2004. In an up and down game that everyone remembers, the Red Sox lost to the New York Yankees in Yankee Stadium. Nomar was on the bench, according to many sports writers – moping. In the top of the 12th inning, Trot Nixon hit a pop fly down the third base line and a sprinting Derek Jeter catches the ball and dives head first into the stands, emerging bloodied and bruised. In the bottom of the 13th, John Flaherty singled in Miguel Cairo and the Yankees won 5 to 4.
That game, almost a full two years ago, was the last game the Red Sox had lost when I was in attendance. It was a streak that lasted some twenty games. Games against the Yankees, Orioles, Phillies, A’s, Angels. Regular season, post season, it didn’t matter if I was there, they won.
Until Sunday.
The Phillies flat out destroyed the Sox., 10-5. The streak was over. When I recapped the game to my mother while on the bus ride home, I listed the pitching staff that had taken the mound that day. DiNardo, Alvarez, Tavarez, Seanez. Her reaction was that she had heard of exactly none of those guys. Exactly, mom, exactly.
The streak had to end sometime, and Sunday was the day. I just hope they don’t go on a 20 game losing streak when I’m in the park now just to make up for it.
Some pictures from the park:
The Philadelphia skyline looking out over center field.
The view from our seats. We were in the top row. Luckily, there really aren’t any bad views in Citizen Bank Ballpark.
The only thing I dislike about CBB. The entire thing comes across as so classy. It’s clean, the views are great, and it gives you the impression of being smaller than it is. And then there’s this: the light up Liberty Bell. This thing lights up and sways whenever the Phillies hit a homerun. It’s completely out of place and totally tacky. Bad job.
Me after the game. I look surprisingly happy for a Sox fan who just watched her team get their asses kicked, no?Labels: Boston, photos, Red Sox, sports |
| posted by FINY @ Wednesday, May 24, 2006 |
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| Wednesday, May 17, 2006 |
| I Have No Self Control |
Last weekend I was in FL. Next weekend I am in RI. The weekend after that I am just outside of NY. All weddings. This is my one free, non-wedding-weekend. This weekend was supposed to be for doing nothing, relaxing, not spending money.
Did you notice the past tense in that sentence?
Yeah, the Welshman has an extra ticket to Sunday's Phillies/Sox game. Philly here I come.Labels: Red Sox |
| posted by FINY @ Wednesday, May 17, 2006 |
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| Tuesday, May 16, 2006 |
| The Pink Ladies |
A Belated Finy in Yankee Stadium Story
When The Welshman, The Welshman’s Yankee Fan Friend, and I sat down in our seats for last Tuesday’s Sox game we knew it was going to be a good one. To our left was a group of Sox fans, and right behind us was the loudest, largest Yankees fan I’ve seen in some time – and that’s saying something. We’ll call him The Loud Guy (TLG) from here on out.
So as we sit down, TLG and his friends immediately start ragging on Jarid. Now, Jarid has a compulsion to get into fights when he’s drunk. Seriously, when we were in DC for the Sox v. O’s series he decided flipping off a very pissed, very large, completely ripped Marine was a good idea. And apparently he decided to take on a tree while down in FL for Spring Training. It’s seriously something he’s got to work on. But in the meantime, I was a little worried about what was about to transpire. Until I started actually listening to what the guys were saying:
“Wow, I didn’t know they sold players t-shirts in kids sizes!”
“Did Mommy have to buy that for you?”
“Seriously, stand up, does it show your navel?!”
It should be noted here that Jarid is a REALLY small guy. Not just height-wise, but he’s just really skinny. The whole thing was freaking hilarious. This was going to be a good night. The guys behind us were clearly doing this in jest, and they were really fucking funny. Game on.
As the Sox commenced with their thorough trashing of the Yankees, the taunting became more entertaining – since clearly TLG had little to cheer for. At some point during the game I turned around to say something to him and he started yelling at me to turn around until he said I could talk to him. Everyone laughed and all the guys turned back towards the game, but I just kept looking back at him – mainly to annoy him. He mimed pouring a beer on my head. I opened my mouth. He poured the beer. This happened a few times.
And then the girls got there. There were three couples, the girls all decked out in pink Yankees gear (one girl was the worst offender – wearing a pink Yankees t-shirt that she had cropped herself to right below her breasts, a white long sleeve shirt underneath, and a Pink hat that was, I shit you not, plaid), your typical CFBs, and their men wearing hats with brims completely straight and completely askew. They also sported names on the backs of their Yankees home jerseys. They looked like they were still in their teens but who knows, they got up from their seats a lot and didn’t look too engaged in the game. I immediately hated them. The TLG told them as much.
Having gone over my hatred for all things CFB earlier in the game, the TLG decided to start some trouble. He looked over at the girls and said “Hey, this Sox fan in front of me just said that pink Yankee gear is stupid”.
CFBs: Oh, Yeah?
ME: (fine, I’ll be honest) Yeah.
This resulted in me yelling over Jarid’s head that if they were going to support the team, sit down, watch the damn game and wear the team colors, while they simultaneously got up from their seats and started screaming at me for being a Sox fan. Ok, fine. Until:
CFB: You little slut.
JARID: Oh shit
CFB: I’ll kick your fucking ass, you little bitch.
FINY: Sweetie, you weigh about five pounds, I’d break you like a twig, eat a hot dog.
This is when TLG leans down and says “Ok, sweetie, I was just trying to stir shit up, I didn’t think they’d get so upset. Now, I’ve got your back, but don’t encourage them cause if security comes over you’re the one who’s going to get thrown out.”
I heeded his advice and shut up, but good lord I’ve never come closer to wanting to hit someone, and I have no idea where it came from. I wasn’t drunk, despite the beer pouring into my mouth story above. These girls just seriously got to me. Makeup painted on, wearing pink A-rod t-shirts, not watching the game. You should be required to take a test before getting a ticket to a game like this. Anyone should be allowed to come to, say, Tampa Bay games, but Sox v. Yankees? That seat could have gone to someone who actually cared. Someone who would have had an appreciation for the sporting event that was going on in front of them. Not some teenie-bopper-gum-chewing-I’d-rather-make-out-with-my-boyfriend-than-watch-Randy-Johnson-pitch. Ugh. I really don’t like to think of myself as someone who judges other people, but you know what? You wear that shit to the park? I’m going to judge you. Sorry. Can’t help it.Labels: NYC, Red Sox, sports |
| posted by FINY @ Tuesday, May 16, 2006 |
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| Rule #76: No excuses. Play like a champion! * |
If by, "play like a champion" you mean drink like a fish, then yes, I would say that aptly describes the four days I spent down in Florida.
Hangover aside, the wedding was absolutely fantastic. I can't wait to get the pictures back from the professional photographer since they include a pictures of:
1. The bridal party running down the road past a line of traffic (most of whom were wedding guests) in an attempt to get to the beach before sunset for pictures. 2. Multiple photos of me peeling off my nylons when we reached said beach. 3. A picture of all of the bridesmaids tearing off Haynes T-shirts Hulk Hogan style since we all forgot to bring button down shirts so as not to mess up our hair or makeup after it was professionaly done. This of course on top of around 1000 other pictures. Should be good stuff.
I feel like I've been gone for a lot longer than I actually have. In the four days I was down there I attended a seemingly endless stream of events, sang more irish drinking songs than I care to remember, and had more to eat and drink than my body could be reasonably expected to hold. You'll all be excited to know that this was a wedding for two die-hard sox fans. I got to watch the Thursday night Sox v. Yanks game at the bar after they requested it be played, the bride's mother gave her a Build-a-Bear Bride Bear with a Sox jersey on it instead of the top of the dress, the bride's garter had a Sox logo on it, and at the reception the Dropkick Murphy's versions of Tessie and Dirty Water were blasted over the speakers. And happily, the only tears I shed were out of sheer joy for the bride and groom.
I was a bit scared that all these weddings coming up were going to push me even deeper into the bitterness that the Twin began a month ago. Happily, it had the exact opposite effect. I don't like being bitter, and to be honest, I do it very poorly. When it comes down to it, I am a positive, hopeless romantic at heart. One of my college friends calls it my "fluffy bunny". It was in full effect this weekend.
As I stood up at the altar, watching the bride and groom literally glow with happiness, I realized that no matter how much the breakup hurt me, no matter how much I pretended that I feel like I have given up on love, I could never really reach that point. It's stupid and sappy, but I still believe in it. I still believe that some day I am going to find it, and somehow that makes this easier to deal with. I mean, I deserve someone who loves me as much as I love them. Who one day I can look at like that. The Twin obviously wasn't that guy. And that's ok. I am not even remotely trying to say that I am looking to get married tomorrow, but it's nice to still believe that I will someday. Of course talk to me in ten years and if I'm still single, I may have changed my tune, but for now, I'm just going to roll with it.
* - From The Wedding Crashers. Such a great freaking movie.Labels: drinking, friends, photos |
| posted by FINY @ Tuesday, May 16, 2006 |
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| Tuesday, May 09, 2006 |
| The Job, The Breakup, The Weddings, The Sox |
Welcome back to the world of Finy, everyone. Yeah I know, it’s been about a month since I posted last, and previous to that I was inconsistent at best. But I’m back, never to be thwarted again. I forgot until yesterday how cathartic this can be, how much I missed writing every day. So I hope you will forgive me, dear readers, and give me a chance to win you back.
The Job
Well, it’s been about three months now. Still as happy as ever. In those three months I’ve put out one issue of a magazine, three issues of an electronic  newsletter, written letters, PSAs, and am about to come out with my second magazine. I still think it’s crazy sometimes how much I am in charge of; the budgets, the print runs, the writers. But it’s a good crazy. It’s a daily challenge, and there’s very little I love more than a challenge. Plus, it’s still wonderful to know that I am working for a great cause. I know that I am helping, in a small way, to better the lives of others. I am no longer stealing textbook money from broke college students hands, working for little to no acknowledgement, and being an insignificant blip in the corporate America world. In an organization that employs only 16 people, who’s board almost outnumbers it’s staff, I can actually make a difference here. And hot damn if that doesn’t feel great.
The Breakup
I don’t actually want to talk about it too too much. I think it’s still too fresh. Well, actually, it is still too fresh. It’s been almost three weeks – but it still feels like an open wound. Basically what it came down to is that he didn’t love me. And I loved him. The end.
I kind of wish he had been an ass about it. I wish I could be mad at him. But I know he cared about me, just not in the right way. He was honest and open with me about that, and in the end, he just didn’t know that he was ever going to get to the place that I was at. End of story.
The worst part, though, was the timeline of events.
Thursday, 10:30pm: The Twin leaves my apartment. I have made it through the conversation without crying in front of him. The door closes. I lose it. And then promptly call MM, Meegan, and my roommate Lee. I clearly can’t be alone right now.
Thursday, 11pm Friends and roommates start arriving with beer, cookies, and ice cream in hand.
Friday 1:30am Friends leave. I lose it again. Had been doing ok with people around, but once alone, am sobbing hysterically. Call Adam in LA since West Coast time, it’s not that late.
Friday 2:30am Finally fall asleep through sheer mental and physical exhaustion.
Friday 3:30am Wake up and shower.
Friday 4:30am Get in waiting black car that takes me to La Guardia
Friday 6am Flight leaves.
Friday 11am Touch down in South Bend, IN. Commence with weekend long torture as I am here for my cousin’s BRIDAL SHOWER.
Talk about a kick in the pants. I had had my heart broken not more than 12 hours pervious and for three days had to be happy, shiny, member of the bridal party. I didn’t succeed that well. Plus I was only working on an hour of sleep. Let’s just say I was in such a state that I actually smoked in front of my mother. THAT didn’t go over well, let me tell you.
But it IS getting easier. Slowly. And thank God or what is about to come up would be completely unbearable.
The Weddings
That’s right everyone, welcome to wedding season!!! This Thursday I fly down to  Florida be a bridesmaid in my best friend Adam’s wedding to my college roommate Kat. Next weekend is free, but the weekend after that is a wedding in RI of a friend of mine from high school. The VERY next weekend is a wedding here in NY for a guy I’ve known since I was 4. Then there’s another free weekend and then I am back in South Bend again for my cousin’s wedding in which I will be wearing a Vera Wang bridesmaid’s dress and walking down what is possibly the longest aisle of all time. This is the most expensive spring/summer of my life. Because before all of this came the bridal showers, the bachelorette parties the airfares, gifts. Aren’t I too young to have all of my friends getting married, or am I just thinking that because I just got dumped and don’t want anyone else to be happy?
The Sox
But when all else fails, turn to the old standby. Baseball. Tonight, I will be at  Yankee Stadium watching the Red Sox play the Yankees. Yes, I just got dumped. Yeah, I have no money. Sure, I am completely exhausted, and yes, it is gray and rainy outside. But Sox/Yanks? Johnson/Beckett? Yeah, that would cheer any girl up.Labels: Boston, dating, Red Sox, work |
| posted by FINY @ Tuesday, May 09, 2006 |
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| Sunday, May 07, 2006 |
| She Starts |
She closes the door behind him and slumps down on the floor, broken. She tries to catch her breath and can’t; in between the sobs she gasps and wonders. She listens for the downstairs door to close. It clicks. She picks up the phone.
She calls them all, and one by one they arrive holding beer, cookies, and ice cream. She remembers the last hug. She starts crying again. They hug her, tell her comforting things, they spout clichés that are only cliché because they’re true. Or they will be, eventually.
She continues on. Crying intermittently. Flying to bridal showers, commuting to work, drinking until it doesn’t hurt anymore. She reads bad books and watches bad movies.
Two weeks pass. She sits in the spot where the conversation started and realizes it didn’t begin there, it ended. She looks around at the clothes sprawled on the floor, at the dishes in the sink. She puts down the bad book. She heads toward the dishes. She starts.Labels: dating |
| posted by FINY @ Sunday, May 07, 2006 |
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