Neighborhood dreams, Ballpark disappointment, and Parking Lot rage

Finally, we had half a day of sunshine today!  My word, we needed it!  When we went to pick up our table the other day on Craigslist, we drove through Davis Square in Somerville.  Despite it being gray, dreary, and rainy Dave and I really liked it.  We're hoping to get a different apartment for next year so we're keeping our eyes open for some locations.  This afternoon we decided to drive back and walk around.  The perfect weather made us love it all the more.  What funny is that as we were saying, "I wonder how we can find a place near here" we walked by a house and I recognized an old friend.  He was chilling on the porch of one of his friends who just happens to live in the same area.  We got to talking and when we left Dave and I had both decided that we "belonged" there.  Of course, we got home and checked out apartments on craigslist.  So far, we haven't found many rents that "belong" in our budget.

Afterward, we met up with my parents and went to the Sox/Cubs game.  It was the first time the two teams played in Fenway since 1918 and they all had their throwback uniforms on.  Honestly, I have to say I like the old uniforms as they are actually wearing red socks.   I also must admit, I've been to a number of games before and there were quite a number of Cubs fans.  In fact, our row seemed to house the only Red Sox fans in our section. For the most part the game was a good time, or it had been until Terry Francona decided he didn't want to be a manager anymore during the 8th inning and the Cubs scored 8 runs.  Yeah, then we were super upset and left before we had to listen to the incredibly happy Cub fans singing, Sweet Caroline.

Luckily, Dave totally made up for it when he went into a crazy rage in the parking garage.  Seriously, I don't know what it is with him and parking garages but they must make him super irritable.  Anyway, the levels of the garage were labeled P1-P5.  We were on P2 and needed to go down to P1 where our car was parked.  Somewhere along the way, Dave got confused and thought that we were insisting that P2 was the ground floor.  He kept asking, "This is the ground floor?"  The thing was my mom, dad, and myself all heard, "This is the ground floor"  and kept trying to say, "we're on P2 and we need to go down to P1."   As a result of not answering his question and his thinking that we weren't paying attention to him, he started to get more agitated.  Of course, this caused me to start laughing because what a silly thing to get worked up about which made him even more upset and caused him to flip out.  He literally (I know I use that word liberally, but really literally) started screaming, "Where is the ground? WHERE IS THE GROUND?" while making large hand gestures to the sign on next to the elevator.  My laughing became a giant roar as I realized that this unassuming couple was walking into the elevator with us (he had the composure to hold the door open for them).  Why they wanted to come into the same elevator with the crazy person, I don't know.  I hope that my mother and my laughing made them think it was a joke.

By the time the elevator doors had closed he had calmed down to a normal person again.  His rage had ended but he was still quite upset.  We discussed it in the car and it became another funny memory.  Really, he is one of the most good natured people until those random and rare moments that cause a Dave rage.  Even then, they are normally short-lived (no more than a minute or two) but I can imagine they are intense to anyone who doesn't actually know him.   So far, both times he's done it have ended with me laughing but I doubt I'll find it so funny when someone takes offense to it and decks him in the face.