The Weekend That Was

Last week, I got "dumped" by a Jets fan. A couple days later, the Patriots got dumped by the Jets. So how does one who is 900 miles away from her BFFs (and fellow mourning Patriots fans) deal with such a crap-tastic situation?

My mom’s going to hate this post…

Friday, 8 p.m.: My friend Greg convinced me to abandon a giant brownie, my sweatpants and a borrowed copy of “He’s Just Not That into You” in favor of a night out with his friends and my favorite margaritas. It was the first good decision of the weekend, starting it off right.

Saturday, 1 p.m.: Abby, my “colleague” (as she likes to be called), invited me to hang out with her for the afternoon in her ‘hood. We indulged in manicures and pedicures while drinking champagne. I didn’t realize you could drink alcohol while getting a pedicure, but at this place you can and it was great. During the pedicure process, we read applicable—and funny—excerpts from “He’s Just Not That into You.” I’m sure everyone in place thought we were crazy… especially during the parts when the massage chair would kick in and pound my back as I read aloud, causing my voice to sound like I was being rolled over an old-fashioned laundry board.

Saturday, 2:30 p.m.: After our treatments, we hit up a place called Hamburger Mary’s for lunch. This place has very unique combos of burgers and they are delicious. I ordered a burger that had macaroni ‘n cheese on top of it for two reasons: first, I thought it would be interesting, but second, and most of all, I just wanted to say “Can I have the Daddy Mac, please?” The burger turned out to be even more delicious than I could have imagined! (I mean, look at it!!)

After lunch, I went home, took a nap, finished my book and went to bed after watching a mediocre episode of Saturday Night Live. Saturday was a good day, a warm up for a Sunday I had been waiting for all week.

Sunday, 1 p.m.: After going for a run in order to get some chilly Chicago fresh air, I headed to the Patriots bar clad in my Wes Welker jersey to meet my fellow Patriots fans. We finished watching the Bears game, but were too distracted with anticipation to care about Jay Cutler or to talk about anything other than the Patriots-Jets rivalry.

Sunday, 3:30 p.m.: Patriots kick off.

I think it’s best to end the timeline here. The rest of the night is a blur of rage, sadness, shock and vodka, an attempt to counteract the first three feelings (please re-read first paragraph for a reminder). I’m still really sad about what happened with the game, as basking in the glory of a Patriots victory was the only thing I was banking on to get me through the following week.

But, luckily, thanks to the help of my friends, I’m doing just fine.