I have been neglecting this blog because of the overwhelming amount of school work. Luckily enough, I have a few hours tonight before dance class to update. I would first like to write about how I thought about censoring myself. I thought about editing my thoughts and ideas, and then I couldn’t think of any good reason to do so. So, I will do no such thing; I will write it as it is. What I’m saying basically is…read at your own risk.
I guess I will go all the way back to last week, which seems like months ago. The beginning of the week was pretty uneventful. On Wednesday night I feared for my life because of a crazed man sitting across from me on the T. I couldn’t tell if he was mentally ill or just drunk…I soon realized he was drunk when he offered the man next to me a drink, and pulled out a bottle of vodka and started drinking it. The man was on the train from Government Center all the way to the Airport, which is when the police escorted the gentleman out. The reason why I feared for my life was because I couldn’t help but laugh at him. I had to cover my face with my gloves so he couldn’t see me. If it weren’t for those gloves, I’m positive I would’ve been shanked right there and then.
On Thursday, Dee picked me up at Oakgrove and we went for Thai. After dinner we went to go visit Teen, which was great. Teen is doing well, which makes me happy. We got home late that night, which is when Dr. D diagnosed me with a sinus infection; Grandma thinks it is because I go outside when my hair is wet. I explained to Dee that I haven’t done that in months (my hair is short enough that it dries in 15 minutes). I’ve been sick for a few weeks, and it’s just now that I am feeling better. I honestly don’t know what I would do without my personal doctor. Friday was pretty uneventful; I worked the whole day, bought too many groceries for me to carry, and called it a night. I worked Saturday, and Matt came to visit from Providence. Once I was done with work, the two of us went home to find Grandma MIA. I tried to nap since I knew the night would be a late one (I was unsuccessful). Once Matt and I were ready for the night, Uncle Mike and Auntie Di brought Doro home safe and sound. Apparently they went to go see Milk. Now I must say I’m pretty impressed with how Grandma is expanding her openness to the gay community. I’m not attacking grandma, but I know how old people are in their views of anyone who is different. I don’t blame these elderly people; I blame the ignorance of society. Nevertheless, I think Grandma could be the spokes person for GLTB community (I think it’s partly because of Matt, and because of the lifetime movie Tears for Bobby). Anyways, Matt and I left for Faneuil Hall. Half way there I got a text from Paul with change of plans; Paul gave us the name of the bar, with no directions or address. Luckily enough after walking around like fools, we found the bar. The bouncer checked our ID’s and thought we were each other; the bouncer thought Matt’s ID was mine, and mine ID was Matt’s. After laughing about it and telling him it’s not the fist time it happened, we proceeded to enter the bar. After we were held in one part of the bar, we were then allowed to enter the other part (while waiting, I talked with another bouncer about his job is like cattle herding. He agreed, and added babysitting as the job description). Well, we went into the other part of the bar and found the birthday boy and the rest of the crew. I wasn’t surprised to find my brother plastered; he would later be sorry for drinking that much! The bar was packed, and it seemed as though we weren’t there for that long. Matt and I left the bar in search of food; we found some sausage stand that sold overly priced, greasy, shitty food; we both inhaled it. Leaving the bar was quite a production. After Matt and I got food, we went back to the bar to find Anthony doing the moonwalk for the bouncer, and Timmy sitting outside the bar throwing up (he was sitting in front of a glass wall, so I’m sure everyone was watching was amused). I ended up having to go back into the bar to retrieve Anthony’s friends, which was a production in itself. Matt and I didn’t plan on going back to Milford, but we did! We went back to grandmas to grab out stuff, and then headed out for the hour ride home. Well, what an hour that was! We weren’t even out of the city when Anthony decided he couldn’t take it any longer; he threw up all over himself and the car. Of course, Andrea pulled over and demanded him to get out of the car. Like a good sister she is, she wiped out as much vomit as she could, and sat him right back down next to Matt, in his vomit stained jeans. What a fun ride! We got back to Milford around 330am and to bed we all went!
Sunday morning I woke up early and waited for the rest of the crew to wake up; we reminisced about the night and went out separate ways. Matt and I went to the Parklands because it was warm enough to take a walk, and then to Dunkin. We then went back to the house where we were both put to work for the Petunie (my mom’s spelling) party. Matt and I prepped, while Anthony and his friends sat around on the couch, hung over. Almost everyone came to the party, which was good to see the family again. This blog was the talk of the party, which I can only laugh about; everyone is just feeding my ever growing ego. I’m trying to remember anything eventful that happened at the party, but I just keep recalling the blog. One thing with the DeMatteos is, things will get repeated until forever. I mean, the thing that pops into my head is when Janelle got drunk at Christmas…three years ago maybe? Well, I’m certain that every Christmas from now on will include that story, and our grandkids will hear it, and our great grandkids, etc. Even so, the party was a success. We got back to Eastie at a decent hour and I did some homework and got ready for the upcoming week.
Today I met with the coordinator who does social work field placements. In a few weeks or so, I will know what I will be doing next year (which is 400 hours of field work). The rest of the day consisted of me catching up on reading and trying to find another job. The job hunt is still unsuccessful, although a woman called me today to set up an interview for occasional babysitting. I’m actually so desperate for money that next week I am going to be in a study for diabetes at Beth Israel Medical Center (we will see how that works out when the time comes). I have two hours until dance, so I’m going to grab some dinner and read some more about social welfare and the problems of the world. If you are still reading, I applaud you; I know this is long!
Until next time.
