Saturday- Went in to work, went to the gym, shopped at Filene's (which is tragically going out of business), and nearly fainted in the Dowtown Crossing T stop. I should mention the fact that I am a frequent fainter, so nothing too unusual about that, and I managed to control it before I blacked out and hit the floor. I think it was a combination of the fact that I hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was 6PM (you know those people who say things like "Oh, I was so busy that I forgot to eat!" well, I am NOT one of those people. I get lightheaded and cranky if I go more than a few hours without food), and I was all bundled up in my winter gear and it was really warm and crowded on the platform and I felt hot and stuffy and claustrophobic, and I was reading a particular gory scene in Red Dragon, the first book in the Hannibal Lecter series. I started feeling nauseous and fainty, and my hearing was getting all muffled (the first sign of an upcoming fainting spell) and my vision was starting to blacken. I slumped against a pole and luckily a train pulled up and I managed to get on it and get a seat and put my head down until I felt better. I was very glad not to have collapsed because:
A. The thought of lying on the floor in Downtown Crossing T Station disgusts me, and
B. Considering I was dressed in gym clothes and a big puffy parka, people might have assumed I was a passed-out bum and not tried to help me.
I felt better later on and really was in the mood to go out for some reason, and I was starting to get depressed about the fact that a lot of my friends have moved to the suburbs or would prefer to stay in and do couple-y things rather than go get drunk at a bar with, say, me. Luckily, my friend Nikki called me up to say that she and her roommates were going out in Cambridge. I met them there, and we ended up at Redline and had a great time, drinking and dancing to some old-school classics like Poison and The Right Stuff. I even bumped into a cousin of mine who lives in London but was in town for a wedding, and it was almost like seeing a ghost, because I was staring at him, thinking that it couldn't be him because he lives in London, until he walked up to me and said "It's me, Matt!" and then I stuck my hand through him. Okay, that last part is a lie.
Sunday- Snow day! Here's a view of my street- I love the city during a big snowstorm. I slept in, and lounged around in my pajamas all day reading Red Dragon, only venturing out once to buy Diet Coke and Gatordae at the convenience store next door. I did walk a few blocks to have dinner at Maria's boyfriend's house.
Wow, this was a long post.