My mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars...

Today is the first day of spring break. I'm a little hungover, but not much - I had plans to spend the night on a friend's couch, but my tolerance of Federal Hill beyond the cozy confines of Thirsty Dog or the steamed shrimp of Porter's is awfully thin, so I went home earlier and soberer than anticipated. The Hill was terrible last night, as I kept finding myself in terrible places like Crazy Lil's. These type of bars all looked the same - a long narrow rowhouse bar, where you walk through a packed crowd of people to what you hope is a clearing in the back, and you finally get there, and realize that there actually is no clearing there. There is just more people, all white fratguy or sorority girl types, usually with fucking Red Sox hats (yeah, yeah, I know they were in town last night) and all yelling over an obnoxious din of bad pop music (I kid you not, I actually heard "I Want To Sex You Up" last night). Unless I'm going out to dance, which happens once every five years, I want to be able to talk to my friends over the music. I couldn't last night. The only good song I heard last night at the horrible trio of bars I went to after Porter's? "Golddigger." Thank god for Kanye West.

Still, last night made me feel very old.

On the plus side, I reconnected with an attractive friend I haven't seen in seven months. She says she lost my number, and asked me to program it into her phone. I will call her this week and make plans.

In addition, it was good to catch up with some old friends, though my mood was sullen for the first part of the evening. (Since I'm deeply entrenched in Romeo and Juliet at school, I kept thinking of myself as Romeo on the way to the party in I.4, hence the title of this entry.) We lost the big game on Friday, and, unlike every other loss to this archrival over the last five years, it was a close game. A nailbiter, in fact. This makes it a heartbreaker, and I couldn't get it out my head for a couple of hours. This kid I threw had the best pitching performance I've seen in two years, but a couple errors by the team - and a severe lack of clutch hitting, for the second game in a row - did in his performance. And a couple of people in the stands were critical of me, which is stinging only because I know I've been a bit of a shitty coach - or, at least, the team has been in a state of discombobulation - since the big incident a week and a half ago. I/We need this break, badly.

Spring break won't really hit me until Monday, when I actually don't have to work. Of course, I'm at the restaurant tonight and tomorrow. Still, even sleeping in today a little bit (8:30) and then relaxing around the house felt good. I'm now off to the gym.