Ah, wisdom.

I am a girl who likes her independence. As such, I don’t tend to be the one who seeks out special treatment or care.

That said, when something big-ish happens, I’m awfully fond of people offering to step up.

Take yesterday and today. Yesterday afternoon, I was hooked up to monitors and wires before I was put to sleep and relieved of four pesky wisdom teeth. Given my aversion to anything medical, particularly dental, I was more freaked out about the impending surgery than I wanted to admit.

My brother, however, stepped up. He took me in, waited for me as I went under the knife, and hung out with me back at my apartment as I went through those first few post-op hours. He offered to get me that first post-wisdom teeth frappe and didn’t laugh at me too much when parts of it dribbled down my still-numb chin.

Michelle had volunteered to keep me company today, before I realized that recovery wasn’t going to be nearly as terrible as I’d anticipated (don’t believe me? Check out this lack of swelling). And while much of the day was leisurely, it was nice to know that there was someone willing to step up and just keep me company and see if there was anything I needed. And to have Tom come back today with ice cream and treats to help me get through? That was just awesome.

I’m not a person who reaches out and says, “I need.” But to know that there are people who are willing to be there if I do? That’s pretty great.

I love that dirty water…

I’m a sucker for a pitchers’ duel. It’s the former pitcher in me, knowing the mindgames that take place as you’re just trying to focus on getting the job done and the win recorded.

As such, tonight’s game at Fenway was just BEYOND. Bottom of ninth, two outs, play at the plate! I was dying. In the best possible way, of course.

The years bring out the things I try to hide.

During my morning walk to the T, I pass a couple of lightposts adorned with the old black and white Averi bumpersticker. It always makes me chuckle and think of the bumpersticker that’s probably still touting the band’s name back in Burlington.

(I was responsible for none of these, thank you very much.)

I laughed to myself this morning, per usual, but it wasn’t until I was running a lunchtime errand that I realized today’s date and really started to make myself laugh.

Aw. My Averiversary. I decided to listen to some of the old tunes on my iPod as a way of noting the day. I hadn’t listened to the band’s old work for months, if not longer.

I’d forgotten how much I enjoy “Direction of Motion” (it’s a straight up pop-rock gem of an album) and it was nice to finally listen to “For Better or Worse” without smirking (and I said it would never happen). I re-added “walk along the Charles while listening to ‘Flutter’” to my list of silly things I ought to do and thought about the good shows, fun misadventures, and random bullshit that I encountered over the course of a few years.

I kind of almost missed it. For a moment.

Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap

If Boston sports have demonstrated nothing else in recent years, it’s this:

We’re all about the comebacks.

Let’s go Bruins!

The latest (and greatest)

It’s been hectic here, but in an entirely different way than that to which I’ve grown accustomed over the course of the past year. I’m trying to keep up with the photography on the flickr, so you can feel like you’ve all been right there with me.

But what’s been going on? Let me tell you:

- The fantastic Professor Coldheart invited me last Friday to partake in my second ever Red Sox-Yankees matchup, and it was a great time in amazing seats with fabulous (heh) company. It was nice to take in a Yanks game when it: 1) meant something (my first game was great to see, but the Sox were out of it at that point in ‘06) and 2) featured a full lineup of starters throughout (that first game quickly changed to feature the bench).

- I headed to New York early (eeeeeearly) the next morning to treat Tom to Brother BIrthday Baseball v4.0. Mets/Brewers. Eric Gagne called in for the save situation. A stern warning from a Shea Stadium staffer to my brother with the command that he behave. “Ma’am, I’m only cheering. You don’t understand that I came all the way from Boston to see this man pitch.” And Gagne earning the save!

- Last Sunday I began my new weekend endeavor. I won’t be talking about it on here (you know how I am about not writing about work), but I’m now a tour guide at Fenway Park! I am as excited as you would imagine me to be.