Jessica Belmosto

Yeah, I tried writing this last week right after it happened but my brain was NOT having it. She told me to relax and let my blood pressure settle. She’s probably right considering I’ve been seeing spots when I get too nervous or stressed but that’s another blog!

Last Thursday I had the pleasure of attending Game 1 of the Bruins vs. Blue Jackets playoff series. I obviously attended with Jess because who else would I go to a playoff game with? They won in overtime and I was living on a cloud I hadn’t lived on since meeting Taylor Swift. North Station was a joke. I have this weird anxiety about train stations after games. I always worry that there’s a mad man on the loose or whatever. Normal, I know! Once we were on the train I felt a little better. The crisis didn’t start here though.

We switched trains at Park Street and headed towards Braintree. Everything was fine and normal. The trains were packed because the Red Sox and Bruins played. I love people watching and listening to conversations. I’m basically an Italian grandmother. I don’t remember when it happened but it happened fast.

I started talking with the group of people across from us. Two of the girls went to the Sox and three of the guys went to the Bruins. We were all exchanging where we’re from and then it happened. This kid mentioned where he was from and I kind of chuckled. He said Fairhaven. Now that town means nothing to besides the fact that I know a few people from there. I figure it’s a small town so let’s ask if they know this boy I know. The three of them stop and look at me. One of the blurts out, “Yeah, that’s my cousin. How do you know him?” I laughed. It wasn’t a cute laugh at all. It was one of the ones you do when you’re kind of mad and embarrassed. It might have come out my nose but to be honest, I don’t remember.My face was red and I really had to bite my tongue. I never answered their question but Jess was funny and made a comment about her also knowing him but made a comment about him being not so great.

*names are changed here for privacy reasons*

One of the guys introduced himself and he’d mentioned earlier that he played baseball. The name wasn’t a common one. Once upon a time I lived in Fairhaven three days a week. I was maybe eight years old and held on to every little bit of information. I absorbed it like a sponge. When he mentioned his name, I had a Raven vision. I flashed back to one of the baseball fields and having a crush on my dad’s girlfriend’s son’s friend with that same name. There was NO WAY it was the same kid. Once again, I decided to open my big mouth and ask if he knew “Kyle Gold”. He looked at me and said some choice words before informing me that they’re best friends. HERE WE GO AGAIN. I went on to explain to him how I knew Kyle and who some of my family was. He knew exactly who I was talking about. My head was spinning at this point.

Was this really a quarter life crisis? No. Did it feel like it? Hell yeah. I’m a very dramatic person. Running into someone who knows one of the guys I might have accidentally fallen in love with is always so much fun! It never happened before that night and we can only pray it never happens again!