Excellent! Another Conservative Pope!

I am going to celebrate tonight by engaging in wild pre-marital sex and practicing birth control.


Update: New Pope celebration sarts 3 am our time. Set the alarm!

Mayor Loses Touch With Reality

Is Menino high? In today's Globe, he rants about the cost of parking at private lots for Red Sox games and, as usual, thinks the voters in Boston are all too stupid to see things are they really are.

Menino's buddies, the ones he agreed to block off Yawkey Way for (a public access road) so they could increase their beer and food sales at the expense of local businesses, charge the highest ticket prices in major league baseball. All of this is voluntary though; the Red Sox owners have no desire to provide subsidized parking for their fans, the Green Line continues to be a substandard, poor excuse for transportation to the game, fans choose to drive rather than take said public transportation, and local lot owners make a killing from willing fans.

Using taxpayer money to draft and push through legislation to cap parking fees during Red Sox games is completely irresponsible. How does capping parking fees in one little corner of the city on certain days of the year add any value to the lives of Bostonians? If Menino thinks that all this tough talk is going to get him votes, he is delusional.

Back in Action - Sort of

I have discovered that an unforeseeable downside to having a recently unemployed-Wall-Street-Analyst-marathon-running boyfriend is tremendous weight gain. While I sit on my ass at the office all day, he runs errands and does an 8 mile loop around the Charles. He then calls me at 5:30, asking when I am coming over and what do I want for dinner and I respond by blowing off the gym and rushing over there to look at him for a few hours and get fat.

Last weekend was a record breaking eating and sleeping binge and I wanted to start the week off right. I caught a Club Strength class at Copley BSC and used lighter than usual weights, given my current pathetic condition. That decision turned out to be a lifesaver – literally – as I almost died even with the lighter weights and we did about 550 lunges. I knew I was in trouble when my legs started to hurt, not the next day as per usual after a long workout hiatus but during the class. Not good People!

I talked to Golden Boy on my cell as I walked home and took the stairs to my apartment. Six flights. I almost needed medical attention and he was on the line saying, “should I call an ambulance?” . No thanks Wise-Ass! Just order a personal oxygen chamber I can zip myself into when I get home from the gym for my birthday and I’ll be all set.

Note to Self: Try Not To Do This Again

I woke up today and was shocked to find myself as big as a house. Apparently, if one averages two beers and four meals a day and sits on one’s ass for two straight days in Vermont, the human body expands like a sponge in water. Who knew?

Anywho, today I have only had an orange, an Atkins bar and a salad. Not too shabby but how did I let this happen? What can I learn from this experience? If the answer is that old song-and-dance about diet and exercise blah, blah, blah, I’m not hearing it!

Oh, and I heard the most amazing “teaser” while watching the Red Sox pull out all the stops (joking here!) at Yankee Stadium: “The Pope’s Death. Hollywood Responds” and the screen flashed a picture of Oprah and then to some scruffy actor with sunglasses on who looked like Armand Assante. Do I really need to say anything here?