Winter is coming

I apologize for my lack of posts recently. It has everything to do with the World Series. My focus must be on my beloved Sox. They NEED me, you see – much more that you, reader, need me.

Anyway…

It’s getting pretty cold here in Boston. Winter is coming. WHERE DID FALL GO?

One of my friends at work absolutely hates winter. He turns into old man Scrooge! One day, during the walk we all take during our break, we saw leaves falling from the trees. He described it as colorful death. Pretty cosmic description, actually….but also a dark, depressing reality.

Winter means snow, and snow is fun for about 2 seconds. And then I despise the existence of every flake. Now that I’m in the real world, there are no “snow days”. Which means I have to shovel out my car. Yes, it improves my arm muscles, and therefore my ability to pull open heavy doors and such. But overall, it’s plain awful!

Fortunately for me, three strapping young men moved into the apartment above me. I will find a way to get them to shovel out my car for me. HA…kidding.

Maybe.

😛

World Series Game 1: A quick recap

Well, the Cards flopped, both offensively and defensively. Mostly defensively. 3 errors? Awful defensive plays? I’m embarrassed for you. Will St. Louis even welcome you back now?

The Red Sox, however, shined like the sun.

Mike Napoli kicked it off by driving in 3 runs, proving that the bushier your beard, the more badass you are.

Then Big Papi nearly hit a grand slam in the 2nd inning. How epic would that have been? A grand slam hasn’t been hit in a World Series game since 2005.

But he made up for it by smacking a two-run homer later on in the game, proving that he is the baddest man in baseball, and possibly the world.

Jonny Gomes made a sick catch out in left field. Another bearded baller of a man.

Boegarts, who just turned 21, got his first World Series RBI.

And let’s not forget Jon Lester. He’s our ace, our star. He went 7 and 2/3 innings and didn’t let in a single run. I wish I could hug him.

In the 9th, the Sox decided to give up a sympathy homerun to the Cardinals, because they could see them already starting to tear up over how tragically they were playing. It was probably Big Papi’s call, cause he’s a giant teddy bear who cares about everyone in his heart.

In the end, the Sox took Game 1, winning 8-1. Game 2 tonight woooo! Off to a GREAT start 🙂

The 72 Bus Driver

My roommate Lauren is on the brink of an epic love story, I’m pretty sure. You see, she was on the 72 bus, and she met her soul mate. He was the young, attractive bus driver. What really captured her attention was his outgoing, friendly personality. She had noticed him once before, and when she saw him again, she stood at the front of the bus and chit-chatted a bit.

She wanted to give him her number, but she couldn’t exactly ask him to pull out his phone so she could type it in. He was driving the bus, for goodness sake! But she didn’t have a pen and paper to write it down either. So she had no other option but to hope she’d see him again.

That hope turned into careful calculations into what his work schedule could be. And guys, before you think she’s crazy, all girls do that, so calm yo selves.

I said to her, Lauren if he is your soul mate, you WILL see him again. Fate will bring you together!

The story gets better. A couple nights later, my other roommate Sarah and I were on the 72 bus. The bus driver was a young, outgoing, friendly male. Perhaps that’s Lauren’s soul mate, we thought! So we texted a brief description to her and turns out, it was him! And let me tell you, Lauren has good taste in guys.

Now, who knows if Lauren will see her hunky bus driver again. But I believe that life has a way of working itself out as it should, if you let it. So if it’s meant to happen, it will.

I hope she does see him again…for her sake, of course, and because if they start to date, I have a few questions about the difficulty of driving such a monstrous vehicle.

All we do is win

Guys, I’ll tell you the secret to winning my heart. All you need to do is hit a game-changing grand slam in a key postseason game.

Simple, really. I mean, this dude did it…

And this badass man as well…

Seriously, though, how epic are the Red Sox right now? Last year they didn’t even make it to the postseason and now they are going to the World Series.

Did Detroit really think they had a chance? GO BACK TO 8 MILE YOU LOSERS!!!!

I hope the Red Sox wives are aware of how lucky they are. Their men are so clutch. The things I would do to be Mrs. Ellsbury.

And those beards! I just love that the untamed caveman look is now so closely associated with being awesome and winning championships.

Can we also talk about how the Sox party like rockstars? I imagine the after-after party includes a performance by Drake. It’s only fitting.

So pumped for Wednesday…let’s win a World Series!!!!

My first run since the 5K

When I played soccer in high school I learned that it takes only a week of no physical activity for you to lose all the strength that you had gained. With that in mind, I was prepared for the worst when going to the gym last night for the first time since my 5K. Matters got infinitely worse when I realized I had forgotten my headphones. How would I be distracted from my misery without “Work Bitch” by Britney Spears?? It’s so motivating to be told I better work, bitch, if I want a Lamborghini, to sip a martini, and to look hot in a bikini.

Must…be…like…Britney.

Anyway, then I remembered that the Red Sox were playing game 3 of the ALCS. Immediately, my spirits were lifted. I got there at the 7th inning, so I vowed to run until the end of the game…even if I collapse, I told myself! Anything for my beloved Soxies.

The Sox were up 1-0 and things got dicey in the 8th inning when the Tigers had men on 1st and 3rd. I got nervous, and the drama almost made me forget I was running.

But no fear, the Red Sox ended up winning. And I ran over 3.5 miles without feeling like gravity was crushing down on my very soul, so it was a win for Grace too.

On the way home, the radio DJ mentioned how it was a big victory for the Sox. And I said out loud “Go Sox, oh yeahhh!” And I said Sox like “Sawx” without even meaning to. YAY, I’m becoming a true Bostonian.

Mindy Kaling and I are twins

I recently purchased the book “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns)” written by Mindy Kaling. I actively attempt every day to be more like Mindy. The girl is pretty, smart, and funny as shit. And let me also point out that we shared a striking resemblance as young girls:

Uncanny. Twinsies! ❤

In case you aren’t aware – and for shame if you aren’t – Mindy Kaling writes for The Office, and stars as Kelly Kapoor. I once took the quiz, which Office character are you, and I got Kelly.

Yep…yeah that makes sense.

She also has her own show “The Mindy Project”, which is absolutely epic. Her character, Mindy Lahiri, is on a quest for true love, and tends to be over dramatic and a tad superficial:

Dear Lord, Please make this date be good. May he have the wealth of Mayor Bloomberg, the personality of Jon Stewart, the face of Michael Fassbender…the penis of Michael Fassbender

I mean, naturally I can relate.

Damnit Mindy, you slay me.

I’m pumped to read her book. I’ve only read two pages of the introduction and I want to be her BFF and maybe even marry her.

I’m only marginally qualified to be giving advice[…]I did however, fulfill a childhood dream of writing and acting in television and movies. Armed with that confidence, alongside a lifelong love of the sound of my own voice, yes I’ve put some advice in this book. However, you should know I disagree with a lot of traditional advice. For instance, they say the best revenge is living well. I say it’s acid in the face – who will love them now?

Seriously, my hero.

What is a date?

When you’re in college, you don’t really date. Maybe you get a meal in the dining hall together, but that’s as close to dating as you’d get. So then you graduate, enter the real world, and just like that, hitting a frat party together just isn’t going to cut it.

So this brings up the age old question, what qualifies a date? Does it have to be dinner? Does the person who asked have to pay? Does it have to be a weekend night?

The whole dating thing, and what is and isn’t a date, is a royal pain in the ass if you ask me. I don’t have the time to figure out if a guy is interested/wants to date. I have to pay rent and go to the gym and keep up with the latest fashions. Seriously, how am I supposed to keep up with painting my fashion nails before the polish starts to chip if I’m too busy analyzing every text?

There are certainly do’s and dont’s to dating. But ultimately, if you’re compatible, it’ll work out. It won’t matter who paid or what day of the week it was or what you did.

Let’s take Jim and Pam, for example. In season 2, they have dinner together on the roof of Dunder Mifflin. Jim jokingly refers to it as a date and Pam freaks out, because she’s engaged. And Jim says to the camera:

“It’s not really a date if the girl goes home to her fiance”

Oh, honey…it was SO a date. And it’s because Jim and Pam had the hots for each other, and they had a great time on that roof. Jim was witty as hell and Pam was all smiles. And that’s all it takes.

 

A tiny GIANT fan

For those of you who know what a diehard Red Sox fan I am, it may come as a surprise to know I’m a huge Giants fan. But it’s absolutely true. I take great pride in the fact that I’m a weird breed of sports fan.

You may be wondering how this could have come about. It’s an incredibly dull story which I will tell you in great detail. There was a time, long ago, when I viewed football as a sport for barbarians. Then came college and I went to a few Uconn football games. I had a great time, but had no idea what was happening on the field. So I learned, and really got into it. I decided to start following an NFL team, but which one? Sure, there were the Patriots, but I couldn’t get past the fact that Tom Brady stole Giselle from Leonardo DiCaprio. My oldest brother has been a DIEHARD Giants fan all his life. So there ya go, that was my team.

And now, the Gmen are pooping all over the place, yet I still love them. Victor Cruz is my favorite player. For one, you literally can’t have a victory without VICTOR. And his salsa dancing skills are above average as well.

This past Sunday, the Giants played the Eagles, and my sister and her boyfriend got to be there. They had…just alright seats:

Just kidding, they were baller seats. So jealous!!

GO BIG BLUE!!!!!

A riveting account of my first 5K ever

I did it! I ran my first 5K ever!! This is a big accomplishment for me, especially because I didn’t pass out of extreme exhaustion. Go me!!!

I imagined that my first 5K would be run on a beautiful, sunny fall morning…the crisp, clean air smelling slightly of apples and perhaps a hint of cinnamon. But NO. When I woke up at 7am the morning of my run, it was cold, windy and rainy outside. Damn it all, I thought.

Tired and wishing I had never signed up for a 5K, I drank a little coffee and hydrated a bit. I decided against eating so as not to barf on other runners later. My roommate also recommended going number two. Good point, I thought…wouldn’t want that extra weight during the race.

We then headed down to Kendall Square and shivered in the cold rain for an hour. And while waiting I realized that a large number of attractive males run 5K’s. Take note, single ladies.

And then finally, the race started. My two friends stuck with me the whole time. They were my body guards and made sure nobody trampled me. The first mile went well. Some people came out of their houses to cheer us on. By the end of mile two I wanted to die a little bit because I  got a cramp. Totally out of breath, I informed my friends that “I am never running a fucking 5K ever again”.

But then eventually we turned a corner and I could see the finish line was in just a few blocks. Alright Grace, I thought, let’s do this shit. So I ran as fast as I could. And I smiled at the camera taking photos because I just love pictures.

And then we were done…in 33 minutes! And the endorphins kicked in, which made me forget the sheer agony I had been in. And we got our free beer and I was happy. I updated Facebook, naturally, so the world could know of my accomplishment. And then we went to a classy brunch place, and they sat us in the back, probably because our wet, disheveled selves were an embarrassment to society.

And that was my first 5K experience! I cannot wait to tell my grandchildren about it one day. Here’s yours truly after the race:

WOO WOO!!!

The Best of the Late 90’s/Early 2000’s

So I was listening to Pandora, and guess what came on? Oops, I Did It Again by Britney Spears! My first CD ever was Britney Spears. Oh, the late 90’s/early 2000’s….those were my glory years, people. I was a mere 3 feet and 6 inches tall, and my greatest challenge in life was learning how to ride a bike.

So in honor of the good days, here are the most epic things from my childhood:

1) Rugrats. Greatest show of all time. Tommy and Chucky were bros. And Angelica was my favorite character.

2) Polly Pocket. Who needs Barbie???

3) Backstreet Boys. SO much better than N’Sync.

4) Nintendo 64. Super Mario Bros!!!

5) Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum Tape. I will decide how much gum I want, thank you very much.

6) AIM. Except I got banned for using a swear.

7) Beanie Babies!!! My sister and I created a beanie baby world…Pugsley and Wrinkles were the popular ones. So were Nip and Chip. And they would have parties and occasionally there would be some drama (always resolved).

8) Chutes and Ladders, Candy Land, and Hi Ho Cherri-O. Enough said.

9) Trapper Keepers. You just weren’t cool if you didn’t have one.

10) Shania Twain. I would put on red lipstick and dance in front of the mirror. Oh yeah. If only I could casually reject guys who are rocket scientists, look like Brad Pitt, and have a car.

I wonder what the young children of today will look back on 15 years from now? iPhones…Twitter…Miley Cyrus. Oh god.