"Van the Man!"

Happy Day After St. Patrick's Day!

Yes, what a weekend! Whirlwind would begin to describe it...but only the beginning! It started off with a very angry man who yelled at me on the phone at work Friday morning. All because he was a "member" and "deserved better since he was a member." I will try NOT to tell anyone that programs are sold out ever again! Sheesh!

After getting some air, I came back to find a very large school group in front of me. There were a particular group of boys, around 12-13 years old who kept sneaking a peek over and snickering uncontrolably. Finally one of the boys gathered up some courage and waltzed on over to talk to me. He oh so subtly leaned on the counter and said, "Hey...so you get bored in there much?"

I replied, "No not really. I keep pretty busy..."

The boys behind him were laughing, so he blushed, turned around and went to go punch their faces.

A group of girls were next.

"What did he say to you?!"

"Oh, nothing really." I said.

Then they wandered off, with sneers in their eyes.

The boy came back. But this time it was with a white piece of paper in his hands.

"Uh, so can I like have your number? Well, it doesn't have to be your number...it can be a fake one if you want..."

I was dying inside.

"Haha, sure!" I giggled.

So I wrote George's number down. (I think I may have been off one number, but my intentions were hilarious)

The girls came back.

"Was that really your number?"

I put my finger up to my mouth while I shook my head no...

"Shhh..."

I said to myself, "I just got hit on by a 5th grader!" Which later figured out he was probably in 7th grade instead...

And that was just the beginning of my fabulous weekend!

After work, I rushed home to get ready for a quaint little restaurant on Newbury St., Steve's which was delicious in all it's Greek Glory. Then George asked me if I wanted my birthday present now or later. I usually don't like getting stuff early, cause then I have nothing to do on the real day! But quickly after that statement he said, "you better say now..."

I said ok and opened a card that spit out two Van Morrison tickets for that night! Wow! I had wanted to go to Van the Man's concert forever! (hee hee Van the Man...) We rushed to the concert, sat at the top of the beautiful Wang, where I'm sure balls were held...You know like balls, the dancing kind! (get your mind outta the gutter!) Van was amazing in his suit, fedora and sunglasses. He complemented his scatty style with a 12 man band and a very powerful finger.

Saturday started off with a music-filled room full of cleaning, getting ready for the St. Paddy's slash birthday party. We had the green jello shots all ready to go! All I can say about the party that evening was there were lots of dancing, jigging, toasting, green spray painting, cake eating and lucky charming. :)

We woke up the next morning fully intending on going to breakfast but instead sacrificed for an Irish Car Bomb and a box full of Lucky Charms and Jelly Bellys. We headed down to Southie, which is apparently the Irish Hub for all of Boston. Let me tell you, no one is a stranger for St. Patrick's Day heading to the parade in Southie. Everyone=Friends. My Lucky Charms cereal was a hit though..."Gimme some of your lucky charms!"

Other events on Sunday?

1. Tried to pee in an alleyway. Couldn't do it. A. too many people B. stage fright C. a leprechaun could've been lurking in the corner!!

2. John Harvard's for big, juicy burgers!

3. Back to Brook St. for some more games and shenanigans...cookies, ping pongs and terriyaki chicken included.

4. Sleep.

I woke up Monday morning with a most fantastic birthday wish and letter, slept more and more and took it easy the rest of the day. I finished off the day with a sworn off alcohol attitude and chicken mole enchiladas and flan for a small birthday dinner with friends.

It was a good day.

It was a great weekend.

I love holidays!