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Holy shit the Red Sox are World Series Champions. Wow! I don't know if the reality has set in yet. I did end up going out last night after the game. I went out on the porch and was listening to all the yelling and horn blowing and fireworks and I realized I had to get out in it. I would regret it if I didn't.
I wasn't going to go out because I don't think I have a place anymore. And honestly I found out that I don't.
The Lucky Dog just isn't what it used to be for me. There was this point last night when I looked around and could count the people I had hung out with outside the Dog on one hand and then there were maybe 7 or 8 more than that I casually knew and then there were tons of people that I didn't know at all. All the people that I knew, knew all the people I didn't know. If it weren't for Paxton I would have had a horrible time. Horray for friends in your life that don't change. People who you don't see for a while and nothing is uncomfortable, things are just the way they always were. There's nothing wrong with the uncomfortableness either. I mean shit happens. Sometimes you were really tight with people and then they just become aquaintences. You laugh have a few beers and that is that. Me and the Lucky Dog used to be really tight. Now we are just aquaintences. Last night was bittersweer for sure.
Enough of that. Who is going to the parade tommorow?