A little bit of sun...

On a nice day can equal some pretty red skin if you are as pale as me. It is an amazingly nice day out. Sunny, warm, in the mid-60's. Two of my uncles and one of their wives are in the city for a couple of days, both of the guys are going to run the marathon on Monday. I went out to lunch with them this afternoon, and we are going to go to a Bruins game tonight. It's kind of amusing because they expect that I know the places to go and how to get there. The problem is, that I normally drive there, but b/c of the marathon everything downtown is basically shut down. Then trying to figure out how to get somewhere by T, which I haven't ridden in about 3 years, is another adventure in trying to remember. It's rather amusing. You don't realize how difficult it is to get around when you don't have a car.

Last week was not that fun at work. It was boring and annoying and I really just didn't want to be anywhere. My boss was being annoying and couldn't figure things out, and I just wasn't really in the mood to deal with it. I was really hoping for a fun night out last night too - to kind of blow some steam off after a long week; the night did not turn out that way and I ended up having a really terrible time. By the end I couldn't even speak to my friends, I knew that if I said anything I was going to start screaming, so instead of getting really upset and angry in the middle of downtown Boston and throw a tantrum, I just didn't say anything. I'm sure my friends thought it was strange, but I really thought that if I said anything it would not be good. I'd prefer to remove myself from a situation rather than say things that can't be taken back. I'm sure too that only part of the anger I felt was really directed at them, a lot of it was directed at my really frustrating week at work, and I was probably taking it out on them by giving everyone the silent treatment on the way home. I'm sure they'll get over it, I get over their foibles.