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It's coooooommiiiiing...

You know what's great about busting your hump for eight days straight? Having it be over. (If I hear one more Republican talk about why English needs to be the national language, I might just gouge my eye out with my pen.)

Since Memorial Day, the overwhelming amount of work I've had to tackle has severely cut into my socializing time. But now, with a three day weekend ahead of me, I can sit back, enjoy the lovely weather and get caught up on all I missed.

So wasn't I taken aback as I poured through my back issues of the Herald to see that Market Square Day is this Saturday. Now, I know. Everyone HATES Market Square Day. It's just a bunch of white trash yahoos pouring over junk being sold by vendors that don't even do business in this city. Yes, that all may be true, but for some reason, I can't help but loving the ridiculous day. I don't know if its my Rochester heritage (coming from a city with one of the most glorious and trashy fairs in the state) or if I just can't resist checking out a grand shit show, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't stay away. I mean, what's not to love? Fried food, crappy booths, amazing people watching, the road race, the inevitable batch of beers one ends up drinking by the end of the day.

This being New Hampshire, though, it again looks like the weather will be a little chilly and rainy. MSD probably won't be as fun as it could be, which is fine. I have plans to go to Boston that night anyway and I think it would nearly kill me if I knew the entire city was sitting on some roof deck, enjoying a balmy spring night, drinking PBRs and watching the fireworks without me.

I seriously cannot get over how dickish these guys look here. How do you think this photo went down? "Hey guys, you know what would be totally fucking awesome? If we took a photo of us in suits. I'll go get my bow tie. Now THAT'S badass!"

In other news, did anyone see the front page of the Herald article about the Sports Page? At this point in the game, I feel like making fun of the Sports Page is like kicking a man while he's down, but I still can't deny that feeling of schadenfreude I get whenever I imagine those pompous-looking owners having to deal with the drama they've created for themselves. I think at some point this summer, we'll see the backwards hat wearing silhouette pull in his pointing fingers and turn up the middle ones towards all the bone-headed businessmen who put him up there. Eat. Drink. Score...Sue?