vickievictoria

Friday night and I’m going nowhere, all the lights are changing green to red…
- David Gray

And how. Honestly, gang, I’ve never been so excited to look ahead to a weekend night and say, WITH GLEE, that I am not doing a single, damn thing. Beyond my couch, probably some Law & Order: SVU, and my air-conditioned bedroom.

Why am I so excited about this? See the week that is coming to an end:

- Saturday: John Mayer at Comcast/Tweeter/Great Woods/That Place in Mansfield
- Sunday: Red Sox Vermont Day
- Monday: New York/Ricky Gervais
- Tuesday: New York
- Wednesday: WALL-E (so cute I almost couldn’t take it. In a good way.)
- Thursday: PawSox

Friday: RELAXATION

My flickr is about to blow up with images. Stay tuned.

I was in Pawtucket on Thursday night to enjoy a baseball game.

Somehow, almost as if by magic, this:

Resulted in this:

And then there was a little home run derby (final score? Sox over Mud Hens, 15-6).

It had been so long since I’d purchased the tickets to the first night of the three-night Ricky Gervais New York stand that it had begun to feel as if the event would never actually take place. Christmas in July was the thought process, but when last week arrived and I realized the actual festivities were mere days away, I started to wonder if something was going to prevent me from getting to take in one of my favorite comedic talents.

And yet everything worked out.

Mostly.

There was the fact that Michelle, my Gervais partner in crime, landed herself in a cast (of sorts) the day before a trip to New York. There was the fact that I was in an exhausted state pretty much throughout the entire trip. There was the fact that John Krasinski had the audacity to not appear before me while M and I were people-watching.

The good news is that it felt nice to be away, albeit briefly. I had the pleasure of finally meeting a couple of people I’d long hoped to meet. There was wonderful Thai food enjoyed in an Astoria apartment, thanks to gracious hosts. And there was the pleasure of walking around Astoria this morning, watching people go through their regular Tuesday mornings as M and I made our way to breakfast that I didn’t realize at the time would feature one of the best iced lattes I have enjoyed in a really long time (thank you to the powers that be at the Igloo).

And there was good news from back home that left me dancing on the streets of Chinatown.

So all’s well that ends well.

When I was younger (think college), I wouldn’t yell or freak out when stress reached a certain level. Instead, I’d wind up scrunching up my fists and letting this odd little sound come out of my mouth.

NEEEEEEAH!

I don’t know how it started, but it was what it was and I went with it. And after several of the highest-stress, jam-packed weeks I’ve had in years, that sound has most certainly been on my mind.

So know what? I’m taking some V time. Wherever I can get it. And if it means that other things have to be put on the back burner for a few days, for the sake of general sanity, so be it.

If I want to accept a last-minute invitation to a Red Sox game (as was the case Monday)? I’m doing it. If a fellow wants to cook me a (amazing) dinner? Yes, please (and thank you, as it truly was amazing). If the chance comes up to view an apartment with the hopes that one of my dearest friends and I can move in in September, I’m going to.

Simply put, I’ve been busting my ass for so long that it’s about time I cashed in those fun points and started actually having some fun.

So there.

Dear gentlemen:

I like to think of myself as a pretty patient woman. I understand that things come up, that there is a benefit to delayed gratification, that absence makes the heart grow fonder…all that.

But seriously, guys. I have waited since 2005 to see you bring your clever folk-pop back to the East Coast. And in the time since last I saw you perform, the following has happened:

- I have moved to Massachusetts
- I have lived in four different apartments
- The Red Sox have won their second World Series
- A myriad of world events (which I won’t include here, given that you are a group of men very up on the times) have taken place*

I know you have had much going on in your lives, and I take comfort in the hopes that those things have treated you well.

But someone in Boston has been looking at your relatively new YouTube channel and, well…

Dammit, I’ve miss you guys. And I’d like to hear some of those songs live once again.

Think about it and have your people call my people. Let’s do lunch. Or something.

Fondly,
Victoria

*Amusing to think about: it was right around that time that Mraz penned “I’m Yours,” wasn’t it? And it’s only now that it’s a single. That’s a sign, boys. Full circle or something like that.