Now this post shan't be very long at all, because it is technically writing and I really need to channel my ability to string two words together this lovely day into something better, and also due to something that I won't elaborate on but is a routine occupational hazard of having ladyparts, I am in a painkillery drughaze and rather need snacks and caffeinated somethings soon so I don't keel over.

What have I been doing?
SAW THE RED SOX ON SUNDAY YAY. Beckett pitched the entire game and was awesome, and Boston beat Kansas City 6-0, and it didn't rain, and we toured Fenway the day before and although I forgot a writing implement, I carved my initials into the paint of the part of the Green Monster where the seats are. There's about a quintillion or so signatures up there and a "YANKEES STILL SUCK" up there as well so it is not as if my vandalising ballparks is something to tut-tut at. But we won wewonwewonwewonnn and our seats weren't even THAT terrible (we were a bit far away but we could still see everything provided people didn't stand in the aisles for ages and not sit down) although the man behind us! AGH! I am glad he got up in the fourth inning to look for better seats and never came back! He was the size of an orbital satellite, spoke I believe entirely through his nose, smelt of sick and peanut butter, and through some horrible cosmic glitch, had a wife. He whined about the seats they had from the instant he sat down until the game began, which is rather silly because you really do know full well how far away you're going to be from the game when you buy your tickets and therefore, O Great Spheroid in a Terrible Tan Plaid, the lousiness of the seats is no fault but your own. Sir. He also did not seem to understand the game whatsoever, and his gaptoothed friend who looked like a sexual predator crossed with wires, dust, and a cow, had to explain about 3/4 of what was going on and who the players were and that as well. AND THEY WERE LOUD. VERY LOUD. LOUD AND NASAL. Except for his wife who kept telling him she felt ill and had all morning, and he kept telling her Dhyaaaw, shadddaapppp.
BUT THEY WERE ONLY SEATED BEHIND US UNTIL ABOUT HALFWAY THROUGH THE FOURTH INNING THANK GOD. I doubt very much they found three perfectly empty seats anywhere in the park to be honest but I really do not care if they wandered aimlessly throughout the stands all game. And I do not wish to make it sound as if all Red Sox fans are loud and stained, for they are not, only a small percentage, they are like an entertaining group of hat wearing, giddily screaming, Sweet Caroline singing cultists. And the subway ride in was entirely amusing because there were like two people on the entire train not wearing Boston hats or shirts or pairs of red socks.

And then after the game we went to Cold Stone and I got banana flavoured ice cream with toffee and it was goooooooooood.



And I am seeing my dear Eliza tomorrow, eating sushi, probably doing other things that are awesome, and she has made me a 21 coloured beret.
It is a beret with twenty one colours.
And she has made it.
IT HAS TWENTY ONE COLOURS.

:D