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Tuesday, May 24, 2005


As always, prior to the beginning of my acupuncture appointment, Byron likes for me to discuss how the previous week had been for me. Obviously, this helps him in identifying the areas that need focus with the needles. We talked about all of the stress, the nice thing starting to happen for me on the romantic front and how life has little or no regard for the inconvenient timing of things. Then he had me lay down, took a look at the inside of my mouth, took my pulse in my wrists and feet --- and then proceeded to stick the needles into my key points. This afternoon he placed needles in the normal spots excepting he stuck 3 needles into the top of my head. OK, can I just say -- "Ouch!" ...however, as always, once the initial pain ended -- I swear --- I began to just chill out and relax. With the pretty World music playing, my eyes shut and the needles doing whatever it is they do --- my mind began to wander and I fell into a sort of sleep. I had the most intense dreams. Not really nightmares, but not all that happy either. Yet at the end of the hour session as the needles were removed I did feel much more relaxed and easy.

I stopped by Walgreens and picked up a few required items and headed home. The "M" train was filled to capactiy when I got on at the Church Street Station. There were two pretty girls standing at the front of the train and one of them was screaming everything she had to say to her friend. At first, I thought they were trying to annoy and get attention, but I started to note that her friend was looking a bit embarassed. Once the train rolled into the first above ground stop the friend literally ran out of the train to escape the loud girl. People in San Francisco can be so much more polite than people in the north east. I kept having to bit my tounge from asking her to shut up -- and, I could tell that everyone on the train wanted to, but none of us did.

She immediately began to use her cell phone. This poor girl was clueless to the fact that she screams everything she says. She wasn't trying to be as obnoxious as she was. It was actually kind of funny. However, after another 5 mninutes I could not wait to escape her method of communication. As the train started to empty most folks in the car moved down to the other one so that it was soon just me, an old man, a tiny little lady with a book and the loudest girl in the world screaming cooking instructions for cookies to another friend. The poor girl couldn't keep anyone on the phone with her. So she must have called 8 people within the span of 10 minutes. Finally, the train was approaching my stop. I pulled the "stop" wire thing and was so relieved to get off the train.

...and, then it hit me. That nasal scream was directly behind me! Yes, the loudest girl in the world lives around the corner. She and I walked a block together as she screamed into her cell phone --- telling this latest "victim" that she really needed to talk to someone and that they were not allowed to hang up on her. Poor son-of-a-bitch.

I turned the corner on to my street and I could hear her even as I made my way up Alan's steps. ...she had to be a block away.
Seriously, this was the loudest girl in the world and I felt the need for more needles as soon as I got in the house!


Blogger snarl71 said...

Lucky you!

Oh, I just noticed that your information on the left of the blog lists your location as Boston, MA? Does this mean you're coming back? hehe

8:03 AM  
Blogger matty said...

Oh! Thank you! No, am here to stay. Just updated my profile info! Thanks for letting me know! Yeah, I hope I don't run into Loud Girl again!

9:02 AM  
Blogger Miss Marisol said...

See, the evil New Yorker in me would have said something really terrible to loudest girl. Or, I would have tripped her or something.

Perhaps you could have just said, "Sweetie, you owe me X amount of dollars for another acupuncture session, cuz you just ruined my chakra alignment."

11:38 AM  
Blogger matty said...

Miss Marisol --- Yes! I so wanted to give her hell! And, would have in Boston. However, I don't think this is the west coast way. So, I just sort of copied the behavior of the others. ...excepting that I stared at her the entire ride.

...I think my chakra has been damaged beyond repair! Wish I could blame it all on the Loudest Girl, but there are far too many to list as the root cause of my chakra issues! LOL!

11:42 AM  
Anonymous Matthew said...

hey matt.
hmm...as i read your reprise of your tragic boston times before your SF plunge, i can't help but feel left out--i know i came into your life at a terribly tumultuous time, but i hope that i somehow provided some solace during those dark days.
you're lucky to have such luscious weather--it's been bruised skies and damp-cold here for 5 wks...bleh. good luck out there.
i'm seriously considering Austin TX or AZ--Mattie, Boston

12:05 PM  
Blogger Jon said...

The only excuse would be if she was hard of hearing. Otherwise, I would have pimp slapped the cunt

8:02 PM  

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