...Another good weekend off-campus
Boston makes me so happyyyy.
There's something about it that just makes me feel better.
The T... Never ceases to amuse me. I love people-watching.
Also? I got the commuter rail for free again today. This is the second time in the last three times I've ridden it that the conductors have managed to completely overlook me while collecting ticket money. I can't decide if it's a good thing that I'm unnoticable... I mean, I save $5.25.... But am I really that easy to ignore? Haha. Oh well. I like the money.
The baseball game was fun. Not totally awkward, and it was a come-from-behind win, complete with a Manny homerun. Drunk guys at Fenway also never cease to amuse me.
FYI, guy in the green shirt double-fisting your beers:
- Every player wearing #7 is NOT Trot Nixon. As a matter of fact, he doesn't play for the Red Sox *or* the Rangers.
- Nomar left the Sox a good four years ago, my friend.
- No, the people over the balcony did not know who you were before they threw the peanut shells down at you. Nor do they know who you are now. Maybe stop asking them? You're encouraging them. And we're already soaked with their spilled beer.
Best moment of the night? Eighth inning... We're all hyped up and singing Sweet Caroline. The scoreboard announces the final score of the Bruins game-- 4-5 Bruins! Cheers ensue. The scoreboard announces the score of the Yankees game-- 6-0 Orioles! More cheers ensue. Ortiz ties the game. Chaosssss! Hahaha.
Also. I walked down Lansdowne St. and took a look at what's left of the Axis and the Avalon. It made me sad. THE MEMORIESSSS. They looked so sad all torn down and boarded up.
A week and a half of classes, and a week of finals, and then I'm home for the summer. Finally. :)
There's something about it that just makes me feel better.
The T... Never ceases to amuse me. I love people-watching.
Also? I got the commuter rail for free again today. This is the second time in the last three times I've ridden it that the conductors have managed to completely overlook me while collecting ticket money. I can't decide if it's a good thing that I'm unnoticable... I mean, I save $5.25.... But am I really that easy to ignore? Haha. Oh well. I like the money.
The baseball game was fun. Not totally awkward, and it was a come-from-behind win, complete with a Manny homerun. Drunk guys at Fenway also never cease to amuse me.
FYI, guy in the green shirt double-fisting your beers:
- Every player wearing #7 is NOT Trot Nixon. As a matter of fact, he doesn't play for the Red Sox *or* the Rangers.
- Nomar left the Sox a good four years ago, my friend.
- No, the people over the balcony did not know who you were before they threw the peanut shells down at you. Nor do they know who you are now. Maybe stop asking them? You're encouraging them. And we're already soaked with their spilled beer.
Best moment of the night? Eighth inning... We're all hyped up and singing Sweet Caroline. The scoreboard announces the final score of the Bruins game-- 4-5 Bruins! Cheers ensue. The scoreboard announces the score of the Yankees game-- 6-0 Orioles! More cheers ensue. Ortiz ties the game. Chaosssss! Hahaha.
Also. I walked down Lansdowne St. and took a look at what's left of the Axis and the Avalon. It made me sad. THE MEMORIESSSS. They looked so sad all torn down and boarded up.
A week and a half of classes, and a week of finals, and then I'm home for the summer. Finally. :)