Amazing weekend in Boston (Beware: Long post)
Boston rocked last weekend. I really don't remember the last time I had so much fun. It was great to be back in the city I consider my second home. Chilling with my friends, dancing at bars, and returning to Brandeis never before felt so good. The adventure (and it really was one, in all meanings of the word) began Thursday night. Svet and her new FOB boyfriend picked me up from Logan at around 11pm. We stood around for about 15 minutes waiting for my bag and I started to freak out that it might have gotten lost in Mermansk. But then they announced that some bags had arrived early and I was never more happy to see my little black suitcase than right then. After driving to Svet's place in Davis Square and dropping off my bag, we went out to this new club/bar called Orleans that sounded really promising. Well, we got there and it was dead but we decided to stay anyways because it was late and we just wanted to chat anyways. I flirted with the doorman a little (what? he was really cute) and made fun of him because he had never seen a Kentucky license. Once inside, we ordered some drinks from a really funny Irish guy who told me I looked like someone he knew. He was like, "You remind me of my wife....who died 10 years ago." We couldn't decide if he was being weird or faceious so we went to one of the couches. It was great, just sitting there talking and drinking and listenting to the music. Unfortunately, the night ended too early and they kicked us out. However, the Maker's and Coke was enough to make me a ltitle drunk and playful and I drunk-dialed one of my friends. He was asleep and I felt really bad for waking him, but I really had no idea he wouldn't be up and causing trouble ( like me :P ). So, as sad as it may be, I was forced to go to bed alone, drunk, and looking forward to friday and saturday.
Friday I woke up early, showered and dressed, and made my way to Brandeis. Before heading up to campus, I hung out with one of my friends for a couple hours. We chatted, got caught up on old times, and just basically chilled out. He was nice enough to give me a ride up to Brandeis where I walked around, looking for people I might know. It was really odd, being there as a recent alumni and seeing all of these undergrads. I couldn't go anywhere without reliving at least ten distinct memories; it was like walking through a cloud of nostalgia. I felt really out of place and kind of sad. I mean, it was great being back there but I had had such good years at Brandeis, especially my senior year, that returning only clarified the fact that I cannot come back. That's really disheartening if you think about it. But nonetheless, it was good to visit my alma mata. Good times. :)
At around 3 Anne picked me up from Shapiro and we hung out for the rest of the day until the evening when she, svet, and I went to this cool Indian restaurant in Davis Squara. The food was amazing, the drinks strong, and the company excellent. It felt so good to be back with my girls. We always have an amazing time whenever we hang out and I've really missed them. Later on in the night we went to this place called Kells in Brighton. It was a whole lot of fun (aside from the guy at the door not knowing how to read a Kentucky license. Sigh. This living in the south thing has got to come to an end soon...it's just too much trouble). Svet's boyfriend was really drunk and wouldn't stop dancing with me. It was pretty funny because he has a Latin ass and I was no match for his ability to dance. :P. It was kinda sketchty downstairs but upstairs it was hopping. The main room was packed so tightly you barely had room to breath. I loved it. Danced with this hot black dude who could really move. Oh my god, the music was good. Perfect stuff to dance too. Somehow, I don't see myself calming down and getting a stable, reliable job anytime soon. This partying and dancing things is just too much fun. :P.
Anyways, we headed home around 1:30. Had to walk to the car in the driving rain. I was so soaked. Every stitch of clothing I had on me was saturated. This is not overly good for suade boots but there was really nothing I could do, so I tried my best to avoid the really big puddles. The drive home would have been ok except we got rear ended by a Boston Cab who drove off right after it happened. Rachel's car wasn't badly damaged but we had no information on the guy. Anne went with her down to the station to make a report and dropped me off at her place. I was pretty tired by that time so after peeling out of my wet clothes, I passed out on her couch for a blessed 6 hours.
Saturday was the best. Svet picked me up at Anne's appartment and together we went to the New England Aquarium. Talked to Emma on the phone while we waited in line. Oh my god, I can't wait to see her in two weeks!!! I miss that girl so much. She is so crazy, I love hanging out with her. We talked about the best way to eat a hot pocket. Best conversation ever. Afterwards, still waiting in line, Svet begins cooing over the babies and toddlers in front of us and I start cooing over the sea lions in the tank outside. We agreed that I would buy her a baby if she bought me a sea lion. We thought Hannukah would be a good time to exchange gifts. Inside the acquariuam, we looked at jelly fish and electric eels and piranahs and blowfish (my favorite ;) ). We saw the 3D presentation of walking on the moon, narrated by Tom Hanks. It was so cool. I'd forgotten how bizarre 3D imagery is. I think I'd like to try it stoned, although that might freak me out. But the show was a really appropriate segue into the evening because I was supposed to hang out with Doug, my former astronomy TA. Svet dropped me off at his place sometime around 6 and we spent the rest of the night having a really good time. Since I was feeling particularly playful, I thought it might be fun to wrestle. I used to do this all the time with my girl and guy friends, but it's been forever since last time. Note to self: Do not wrestle a martial artist. This will end very, very badly. Submission holds are not particularly pleasant (well, they sometimes can be, but that's another story :P). Our fun was rudely interrupted, though, when his roof started leaking. His Greek landlord came by to tell us that there was really nothing he could do and it would have to wait until later in the week. He could, however, drill a hole in a the ceiling so that all the water would drain from one place. Wow, talk about problem solving. So we took that moment to grab some beers and do some shots of Jack.
As everyone one knows, alcohol mixes with me way too well. I hadn't had that much to eat earlier in the day so I was drunk after three shots. In my drunken wisdom, I thought it would be a good idea to tease his married, bulgarian housemate about having a threesome with me and Doug. Of course, Doug got into it and the poor guy didn't know what was going on. I was like, "Come on, I'll give a real American experience." I half considered giving him a lap dance (oh, the stories behind those...) but thought that might be a little much. Afterall, it's just rude to get a guy excited and then walk away. I'm not -that- mean...to most guys, at least. It was really fun, though, watching his reactions. I got a total kick out of that. The rest of the night continued on a more or less similar theme, although it got quite a bit crazier. (If you want details, ask nicely).
Sunday was really laid back. Chilled out with Svetlana for a couple hours and had a nice relaxing evening. Monday morning came way too soon and in my rush I left my phone in Boston. Serious blond moment. Not that it's really that bad anyways, I'll be back in town in two weeks during the Halloween weekend and I am SO excited for that. It's going to be so much fun. Emma is going to be in town and I can't wait to see her. I'm not sure if it's possible, but that weekend might prove to be more wild than this past one...I can only hope so. ;)
Friday I woke up early, showered and dressed, and made my way to Brandeis. Before heading up to campus, I hung out with one of my friends for a couple hours. We chatted, got caught up on old times, and just basically chilled out. He was nice enough to give me a ride up to Brandeis where I walked around, looking for people I might know. It was really odd, being there as a recent alumni and seeing all of these undergrads. I couldn't go anywhere without reliving at least ten distinct memories; it was like walking through a cloud of nostalgia. I felt really out of place and kind of sad. I mean, it was great being back there but I had had such good years at Brandeis, especially my senior year, that returning only clarified the fact that I cannot come back. That's really disheartening if you think about it. But nonetheless, it was good to visit my alma mata. Good times. :)
At around 3 Anne picked me up from Shapiro and we hung out for the rest of the day until the evening when she, svet, and I went to this cool Indian restaurant in Davis Squara. The food was amazing, the drinks strong, and the company excellent. It felt so good to be back with my girls. We always have an amazing time whenever we hang out and I've really missed them. Later on in the night we went to this place called Kells in Brighton. It was a whole lot of fun (aside from the guy at the door not knowing how to read a Kentucky license. Sigh. This living in the south thing has got to come to an end soon...it's just too much trouble). Svet's boyfriend was really drunk and wouldn't stop dancing with me. It was pretty funny because he has a Latin ass and I was no match for his ability to dance. :P. It was kinda sketchty downstairs but upstairs it was hopping. The main room was packed so tightly you barely had room to breath. I loved it. Danced with this hot black dude who could really move. Oh my god, the music was good. Perfect stuff to dance too. Somehow, I don't see myself calming down and getting a stable, reliable job anytime soon. This partying and dancing things is just too much fun. :P.
Anyways, we headed home around 1:30. Had to walk to the car in the driving rain. I was so soaked. Every stitch of clothing I had on me was saturated. This is not overly good for suade boots but there was really nothing I could do, so I tried my best to avoid the really big puddles. The drive home would have been ok except we got rear ended by a Boston Cab who drove off right after it happened. Rachel's car wasn't badly damaged but we had no information on the guy. Anne went with her down to the station to make a report and dropped me off at her place. I was pretty tired by that time so after peeling out of my wet clothes, I passed out on her couch for a blessed 6 hours.
Saturday was the best. Svet picked me up at Anne's appartment and together we went to the New England Aquarium. Talked to Emma on the phone while we waited in line. Oh my god, I can't wait to see her in two weeks!!! I miss that girl so much. She is so crazy, I love hanging out with her. We talked about the best way to eat a hot pocket. Best conversation ever. Afterwards, still waiting in line, Svet begins cooing over the babies and toddlers in front of us and I start cooing over the sea lions in the tank outside. We agreed that I would buy her a baby if she bought me a sea lion. We thought Hannukah would be a good time to exchange gifts. Inside the acquariuam, we looked at jelly fish and electric eels and piranahs and blowfish (my favorite ;) ). We saw the 3D presentation of walking on the moon, narrated by Tom Hanks. It was so cool. I'd forgotten how bizarre 3D imagery is. I think I'd like to try it stoned, although that might freak me out. But the show was a really appropriate segue into the evening because I was supposed to hang out with Doug, my former astronomy TA. Svet dropped me off at his place sometime around 6 and we spent the rest of the night having a really good time. Since I was feeling particularly playful, I thought it might be fun to wrestle. I used to do this all the time with my girl and guy friends, but it's been forever since last time. Note to self: Do not wrestle a martial artist. This will end very, very badly. Submission holds are not particularly pleasant (well, they sometimes can be, but that's another story :P). Our fun was rudely interrupted, though, when his roof started leaking. His Greek landlord came by to tell us that there was really nothing he could do and it would have to wait until later in the week. He could, however, drill a hole in a the ceiling so that all the water would drain from one place. Wow, talk about problem solving. So we took that moment to grab some beers and do some shots of Jack.
As everyone one knows, alcohol mixes with me way too well. I hadn't had that much to eat earlier in the day so I was drunk after three shots. In my drunken wisdom, I thought it would be a good idea to tease his married, bulgarian housemate about having a threesome with me and Doug. Of course, Doug got into it and the poor guy didn't know what was going on. I was like, "Come on, I'll give a real American experience." I half considered giving him a lap dance (oh, the stories behind those...) but thought that might be a little much. Afterall, it's just rude to get a guy excited and then walk away. I'm not -that- mean...to most guys, at least. It was really fun, though, watching his reactions. I got a total kick out of that. The rest of the night continued on a more or less similar theme, although it got quite a bit crazier. (If you want details, ask nicely).
Sunday was really laid back. Chilled out with Svetlana for a couple hours and had a nice relaxing evening. Monday morning came way too soon and in my rush I left my phone in Boston. Serious blond moment. Not that it's really that bad anyways, I'll be back in town in two weeks during the Halloween weekend and I am SO excited for that. It's going to be so much fun. Emma is going to be in town and I can't wait to see her. I'm not sure if it's possible, but that weekend might prove to be more wild than this past one...I can only hope so. ;)