I'm still quite wiped out. I don't understand how I can still be so tired.

So after work I went to Rich O's to meet up with RealTrainGirl. I needed to tell her what happened Tuesday night, plus it's always good to see her.

To drink, I had a Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier Dunkel (91) and then a Guinness (712).

RealTainGirl and I plan to go to the Cumberland Brewpub Friday night. I hate plans, but I've really been needing something to do besides visiting the ghost at Rich O's every weekend.

Oh yeah, I was also supposed to take a look at VigilanteGirl's computer tonight, but I've been stood up. For something she asked me to do. Women. Typical. Hmmph.

So now it's not even 8:30 and I'm going to try to get some sleep. Maybe I'll actually catch up and not be exhausted all day tomorrow.

This will finish up my Boston Monday story, started here and continued here.

When I first went into Boston Beer Works and ordered my first beers, I grabbed a seat at the bar next to this chick. Didn't really pay too much attention to her when I sat down, because that would have been rude. I just made sure that the seat wasn't taken already, then sat down.

Well the damn beers came with fruit in them and I just had to make sarcastic comments to somebody, so I chose the girl next to me. We got to talking about various crap like where we're from and what we're doing in Boston. My story is boring: I'm from Southern Indiana and I'm in Boston for work. Her story is fascinating: She's from England and she's in Boston because she's traveling the world.

Not since MaineGirl have I ever met anyone that was so friendly and outgoing and charming with a complete stranger. EnglishGirl and I spent the entire night talking, mostly about her adventure.

She's traveling the world alone, staying in youth hostels, and having the adventure of a lifetime. She has a twin sister who, if she can get over her fear of flying, will be meeting her soon in Washington DC. She's seen nobody in her family for four months. So far she's been to (if I recall correctly) New Zealand, Australia, Los Angeles, and Boston.

The girl was just nice and friendly and endearing- everything that someone her age (23) is not supposed to be, especially toward a complete stranger 17 years older than her. She was also (surprise!) a cute brunette with glasses.

One of the guys I was traveling with asked me the next day if anything had happened between me and EnglishGirl. I told him that nothing had, and it was the truth. I've stated here before that I'm not a one-night-stand type of guy, and I couldn't very well say something like that and then proceed to have two of them in less than 3 months. I don't know if it was even possible. What I do know is that, at a fairly late point in the evening, I became concerned that it could be possible. I also became concerned that, if anything were to happen, EnglishGirl would start to think that I'd just been talking to her all night so I could get into her pants.

The thought of this, of her lumping me into the same category as every other fucking guy on the planet, didn't appeal to me at all, so I actually disappeared right when the bar kicked us out. Just grabbed a cab and left.

Now I've been kicking myself ever since.

Not because I should have tried to get into her pants. Not that at all. I'm kicking myself because I should have at least given her my e-mail address. I became very wrapped up in her story. I'm really excited that she'll get to see her sister again soon. I want to, maybe not keep in touch with this girl, but at least have the chance to let her know how fun my evening was because of her.

So I'd wanted to return to the Beer Works on Tuesday, but I was just too damn tired. I didn't get a chance to tell her what I wanted to. I don't know her last name, and she doesn't know mine. I figure I'll never see or hear from her again, and I think that really sucks.

I have a few readers (that I know of) in England. I know that even though it's a fairly small country, you don't all know each other. But I do think that there's at least a small chance that somebody out there knows this girl.

If she sounds familiar to you at all, please use the Say Something Dammit form to let me know. Tell me her first name and that should confirm it. I also know her sister's name. If you know her, and can give her my e-mail address, I will owe you about a zillion beers if we should ever meet.

I just don't like the way I tore out of there, and I'd like another chance to properly thank her for such a wonderful evening.

Well, I'm not finished with Monday yet, but I'm going to go ahead and quickly cover Tuesday now. The rest of my Monday entry deserves more attention than I'm able to give right now.

Tuesday was fucked up.

Because I hadn't got back to the hotel until after 2:00, and because I hadn't got to sleep until 4:00, I was pretty wiped out all day long.

Once our meetings were over with, I walked down to The Hard Rock to eat some dinner and pick up shirts for me and VigilanteGirl. I had a pint of Guinness (692) in a souvenir glass.

I'd kindof halfway planned to take a cab back to The Beer Works and hopefully run into EnglishGirl again, but I was just too damn tired, so I just went back to the hotel and went to sleep.

Until a little after midnight when some fucked up shit happened.

I've decided that I'm not going to get into any detail about what happened and about what my response was. I'll just say that I didn't get to sleep again that night.

I'd really have liked to have been able to spend more time in Boston. I just know that there is some great beer there that I just didn't get a chance to try. There's also all this historical shit that I'm kicking myself for not visiting. Boston is definitely on my short list for a weekend getaway.

So anyway, I've had about 6 hours of sleep since Monday morning, and I'm just wiped out.

And, yippee! I get to go to work in the morning.

At some point I will finish up my Monday night story. Just not tonight.

Okay, as I mentioned, I left the game early to check out this Boston Beer Works place.

I was very much aware that there were 50,000 people across the street watching the game and I figured that a large number of them would be coming in soon to do some drinking (and distract the bartenders from getting me more beer), so I ordered two beers right off the bat:

Beer Works Bunker Hill Bluebeery Ale (5)

(draft) This might have been sweet and syrupy or it might have been all the blueberries floating up and down. I couldn't finish the glass. Those things hitting my lips were just too strange.

Seriously, those blueberries were just too much! I ended up leaving the glass sitting in front of me for the entire night. The blueberries would rise and fall constantly. It was like a little lava lamp or something. As far as the beer went, I just never got a good enough taste of it to really form an opinion.

Beer Works Watermelon Ale (12)

(draft) A light brown ale (think Newcastle) with a wedge of watermelon in it. Once I removed the offending fruit I couldn't detect anything noteworthy. Maybe a bit of a hoppy finish.

This beer wasn't too bad, but without the fruit wedge there wasn't really any watermelon taste to it.

So by this point I'd found myself in a conversation with a cute girl from England. She's going to get her very own entry in this 'blog, but for now, she was very cool and we spent the entire night talking until they closed the bar and kicked us out.

Beer Works Beantown Nut Brown Ale (12)

(draft) A nice malty brown ale. Very pretty lacing. There was a bit of a coffee overtone that I could have done without. Quite good though.

Before I ordered this I asked the bartender if there were going to be any surprises. She didn't get what I meant. It was good enough that I'd have had another one if there weren't any other beers that I wanted to try.

Beer Works Haymarket Hefeweizen (12)

(draft) A very cloudy yellow beer. Strong banana aroma. Came with a citrus wedge that I seem to have removed before it ruined the flavor. Quite yummy.

Another fucking piece of fruit! Don't these people know anything? Anyway, with the fruit gone, this was my favorite beer of the night. EnglishGirl tried some too, breaking away from her fairly constant stream of Boston Common beer. She claimed to like it but didn't quite finish it before ordering another Common.

The guys I'd been traveling with came in at about this point and, thankfully, didn't mess with me and my new friend. I'm sure they considered it though. If they had, I may have lost it because by this time I was quite fascinated with EnglishGirl. This was probably fairly apparent to them, and I appreciate their restraint.

Beer Works Buckeye Oatmeal Stout (12)

(draft) Pretty good. A slight coffee taste. A slightly bitter finish. More roasted malt flavor than I'm used to in this style, and I think that's what saved it for me.

By the end of this glass I really liked this beer.

The place had another dozen or so drafts listed, but there were none that looked appealing to me, so I just had another glass of the hefeweizen (24). By this time I was also amazed at all of the alcohol I was putting away. I guess the twelve oz. glasses made it seem like more than it really was.

As I said before, EnglishGirl and I ended up staying until they kicked us out...

Our flight to Boston was delayed because they had to replace some part of the plane, and they had to fly the part in from Atlanta. I didn't complain too much because it was a better option than trying to get just one more flight out of the failing part would have been. Some kind of fuel regulator or something equally important sounding. An antiexplodometer perhaps.

So we got to Boston a couple of hours later than we'd planned on. This severely cut down (eliminated) our pre-game sightseeing, but who cared? We were going to Fucking Fenway Park! It was suggested (maybe by me) and agreed upon (definitely by me) that we'd go to Fenway two hours early and check out the surrounding bars before we went into the park.

Driving up to Fenway sent chills down my spine, and I guess I spent much of the rest of the night muttering Fenway. Fucking. Park. Cool.

Our second stop (after a souvenir store) was The Cask 'n Flagon, a sports pubby place with a decent beer selection. The only local beer they carried was Harpoon IPA though, so I opted to have a couple Guinnii (672) instead.

After everybody had lubed up a little we went into the park. Fenway. Fucking. Park. Cool.

A view of The Green Monster from our seats..

The infield from our seats.

The Boston skyline.

We were sitting in that last glass-enclosed luxury box.

I really had to fight the crowd to even get this close to the playing field.

Play ball!

I now officially understand why people will get drunk and naked and run out onto the playing fields at sporting events. I wanted to do it myself. It's Fenway Fucking Park! Cool!

It was a pretty good game. The Bosox won of course. I actually left the game just as the eighth inning started because I wanted (needed) to check out The Boston Beer Works...

Okay, I'm back from Boston.

I had a lot of fun on Monday night. I have at least two entries to write up. For now I'm too tired though.

How do you get jet lag when you don't change time zones?

Going to try something here. First I need some text.

I think the nation lost a great man in Ronald Reagan. I don't say this because he was the first man I ever voted for (which he was). I don't say this because he was instrumental in bringing The Cold War to an end (which he was). I don't say this because he seemed like a hell of a nice guy (which he did). I say this because of the optimism he had about the country he led. He truly believed that America was a great country, and that Americans were right to be proud of her. I'd think a lot more of today's politicians if they'd show just a little bitof that optimism instead of telling us that America is spiraling down the toiletand they're the only hope for a recovery. It pisses me off to no end to think of the ultra-liberals, hating Reagan for no reason other than his political party affiliation, furiously masturbating to the images of his flag-draped coffin.

I think the nation lost a great man in Ronald Reagan. I don't say this because he was the first man I ever voted for (which he was). I don't say this because he was instrumental in bringing The Cold War to an end (which he was). I don't say this because he seemed like a hell of a nice guy (which he did). I say this because of the optimism he had about the country he led. He truly believed that America was a great country, and that Americans were right to be proud of her. I'd think a lot more of today's politicians if they'd show just a little bitof that optimism instead of telling us that America is spiraling down the toiletand they're the only hope for a recovery. It pisses me off to no end to think of the ultra-liberals, hating Reagan for no reason other than his political party affiliation, furiously masturbating to the images of his flag-draped coffin.

I think the nation lost a great man in Ronald Reagan. I don't say this because he was the first man I ever voted for (which he was). I don't say this because he was instrumental in bringing The Cold War to an end (which he was). I don't say this because he seemed like a hell of a nice guy (which he did). I say this because of the optimism he had about the country he led. He truly believed that America was a great country, and that Americans were right to be proud of her. I'd think a lot more of today's politicians if they'd show just a little bitof that optimism instead of telling us that America is spiraling down the toiletand they're the only hope for a recovery. It pisses me off to no end to think of the ultra-liberals, hating Reagan for no reason other than his political party affiliation, furiously masturbating to the images of his flag-draped coffin.

I think the nation lost a great man in Ronald Reagan. I don't say this because he was the first man I ever voted for (which he was). I don't say this because he was instrumental in bringing The Cold War to an end (which he was). I don't say this because he seemed like a hell of a nice guy (which he did). I say this because of the optimism he had about the country he led. He truly believed that America was a great country, and that Americans were right to be proud of her. I'd think a lot more of today's politicians if they'd show just a little bitof that optimism instead of telling us that America is spiraling down the toiletand they're the only hope for a recovery. It pisses me off to no end to think of the ultra-liberals, hating Reagan for no reason other than his political party affiliation, furiously masturbating to the images of his flag-draped coffin.

Are you out there?

Are you reading this?

Do you know what a philotic connection is?

I'm thinking about you right now.

Will you ever read this entry and recall feeling anything at 11:07 PM EDT on August 7th, 2005?

I wonder about things like this.

I wonder why I picked this moment to think about you.

Are you out there?

Do you feel anything?

I'm leaving for Boston in the morning, so I've gone ahead and updated my little map. That, and this entry, are two less things I'll have to do in the morning.

I'm looking forward to this trip. We'll arrive early enough to maybe do a little sightseeing before the Red Sox game Monday night. After the game I hope there's a little bit of time - maybe I'll check out Boston Beer Works.

Then Tuesday night will hopefully be unchoreographed so I'll get to mess around some more. Not too much though because I'm flying back early Wednesday morning.