i spent the morning on the way to boston reading the unbearable lightness of being... put me in quite a mood, ripe for symbolism and beuty and betrayal... got through the first 120 pages or so before patrick (h, for clarification) met me... i was a bit sensitive, you know how i can be.... so when we bought our tickets from the scalper i couldn't let myslef get excited until we were actually in fenway...

our seats were bad, but not so bad, and we didn't stay there anyway... by that time i had had a nectarine, an iced coffee and a bunch of beer at the cask n flagon.... we moved to seats in the sun after the first half inning.... i can't tell you how happy i was to see pedro pitch... pedro, st. peter... my grandmother loved him, watched every game he pitched. by being there i felt like i was honoring her in some way, making up for accepting my grandfather's new wife... she thought pedro was so cute...

it was so hot sweat dripping and sun sun sun and sports bar and hot dog and beer and baseball god yes i love baseball. as people came to claim their seats we would move... ended up behind first base somewhere in the shade... after the game we walked to the t then smooshes til government center then to the irish embassy and magner's and a powers and guiness and magners and the bartender was from county claire a celtic supporter.

onto the train fell asleep til salem. woke up to talk about lanesville and fiesta and war with two guys, one who worked on an accelerator at mit the other was at the game then walk to fiesta after the train... stop at the bookstore, saw patrick d. met james who was tlking to oona who yes i know speaks german and is going to the new school and drunk enough not to be nice teacher's wife but a little demanding i'm sorry then to jalapeno's with kari and greg and patrick and ariane and james. margarita and burrito, talk and fun, then found out that a soccer player from camaroon dropped dead int he middle of a match...

james and kari and grag and i found ourselves at st. peter's club (only open this weekend to the public and new from selling the building and having the whole damned thing downstairs) where i saw p. and marylou and p. hates marylou.... i once saw p. lick another girl's breasts at the crow's nest and she happily married... and drinking bud when this sailor circles me.. takes a chair a few away and before i know it is up tapping me on the shoulder.... a good looking fellow in white uniform, u.s.s. boone i think. i tried to get hom to notice my ring when he was a ways off but his face dropped when i said i was a housewife... we left soonafter and home damn it's hot.

i'm off for a swim than to sleep. good luck babs on your exams. all my love. a