Stay Classy, Boston!
Ok, so, updates from the weekend.
The Bears. I just...well...
I can't really get excited about this weekend's victory, because the truth is, the Bears are just absolutely terrible.
Also... apparently Boston Fans don't think getting into the World Series is a happy enough event to combat any random bad-mouthing of the Patriots.
Yep, found that out Sunday night when I intoned:
"The Patriots fucking suck. Fuck the Patriots"
To which some douchebag says to me:
"Yeah, that's Classy."
So, I told him that, indeed, it was classier than being a Patriots fan...or some other such drunken fight-inducing nonsense. (Don't drink the sangria at the Twisted Lizard. Seriously. It makes you SAY things.)
So, in the interest of being NICE, I go over to the guy's table to make nicey, nice, and he was having none of it. He kept attacking my classiness...and so I suppose, my woman-hood. So, I walked away. And then he asks me:
"Where are you from? Why don't you get the fuck out of my neighborhood."
To which I said, laughing, cuz this was just getting fun now:
"Um, I'm from HERE. And last I checked, this is Chicago, so fuck Boston right the hell all over again. STAY CLASSY BOSTON!!!"
That's when B stepped in.
It was silly.
I kept saying to everyone who would listen:
"It's just SPORTS!! LET'S ALL COOL OUT!"
Eventually, cooler heads prevailed.
But jeeeeez.
The Bears. I just...well...
I can't really get excited about this weekend's victory, because the truth is, the Bears are just absolutely terrible.
Also... apparently Boston Fans don't think getting into the World Series is a happy enough event to combat any random bad-mouthing of the Patriots.
Yep, found that out Sunday night when I intoned:
"The Patriots fucking suck. Fuck the Patriots"
To which some douchebag says to me:
"Yeah, that's Classy."
So, I told him that, indeed, it was classier than being a Patriots fan...or some other such drunken fight-inducing nonsense. (Don't drink the sangria at the Twisted Lizard. Seriously. It makes you SAY things.)
So, in the interest of being NICE, I go over to the guy's table to make nicey, nice, and he was having none of it. He kept attacking my classiness...and so I suppose, my woman-hood. So, I walked away. And then he asks me:
"Where are you from? Why don't you get the fuck out of my neighborhood."
To which I said, laughing, cuz this was just getting fun now:
"Um, I'm from HERE. And last I checked, this is Chicago, so fuck Boston right the hell all over again. STAY CLASSY BOSTON!!!"
That's when B stepped in.
It was silly.
I kept saying to everyone who would listen:
"It's just SPORTS!! LET'S ALL COOL OUT!"
Eventually, cooler heads prevailed.
But jeeeeez.
posted by LC Greenwood at 1:37 PM
2 Comments:
You know who wouldn't have yelled at you? SOUP. Who you LEFT to battle the great unwashed New England masses. Sounds like someone besides me also makes bad choices...
You have grown. Well, sort of. Drunk Irish Laura sometimes doesn't play well with the other kids. It's ok, though. At least he wasn't your boyfriend's best friend's father.
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