Irish Guilt

My luck:
Friday, the day before we leave Alex and I are at the train station waiting for Liz to arrive. My phone rings and it is an Assistant Principal at a high school I applied to. My rotten luck, they are doing interviews on Monday and Tuesday and would like me to come in.
I have been up in Mass for weeks now and the day of the interview im scheduled to be riding somewhere in CT. So some phone calls were made and it was arranged that Liz's mom would pick me up and take me to the interview from Lakeville and drive me to Simsbury the next day. What a wonderful person to do all that for me.

Today I woke up at 9 and realized that all my friends were out pedaling away while i enjoyed toast with Rasberry jelly. As I drove to get a haircut and pick up some food and a new camelback I heard Kanye's stronger on the radio and thought about them and prayed that they had a good day today.
The barbershop was really nice in Beverly, it is called Sportsmans Barbershop. My barber was a very sweaty, rather large bald man with some interesting tattoos. He talked about visiting some college friends in Rockville Center and how they gave him shit for being a Red Sox fan. He said that alot of people say Boston fans are obnoxious because the teams are doing so good. "We were always obnoxious, now people are just really noticing." I also enjoyed how he said that they had been knocked around for so long that they deserve to gloat.

On the way back I thought maybe I could go on a ride today to show some solidarity but felt that it would be an empty gesture. It would not be the same at all.
The interview went fine, it is really that same B.S. questions that every school asks you. The A.P joked that the three hour drive to get here would be for an interview that would last 45 minutes. Not really what I wanted to hear.


So now I plan on heading back with some supplies that I picked up for everyone. To finish a trip that I helped plan but will not complete.
I really hate when people say "Life Happens", but I guess it is true.