Juicy
We found my sister's school with minimal confusion. This can be attributed more to Adam's roadtrip knowledge than to my mapquest deciphering skills or Boston's easy-to-navigate one-way roundabout, left-lane-only, no-turns, streetsignlessness. Contrary to the image of a spiky-walled prison guarded by arsenals of angry nuns, which Danielle had dramaticly built for me, Emmanuel was really nice. Her dorm room was slightly smaller than mine, but way more comfortable. I guess that's what comes of having a roommate who you don't despise with every ounce of your being.
Moving on.
It was a nice day, for late fall, but I was wearing my red velvet blazer instead of a sweatshirt, and felt kind of chilly. So it was incredibly sweet of her campus's giving tree to provide me with a lovely white scarf. (When Danielle found out I was wearing a scarf that I'd found in a tree, she freaked. How scandalous, to be wearing a scarf that someone could claim directly off of my neck at any moment!) I gave her some blankets, and she gave us incredible T directions to the Bayside Expo Center.
Waiting for the red line to come in, there was a guy playing acoustic guitar. He kept playing waltzes, which is one of the few things that I'm completely and totally incapable of resisting. (Seriously- if I can't find a partner, I waltz with myself. And that is ultra weird-looking.) So I begged Adam to waltz with me, and he stalled a bunch, because I'm a slave-driving dance-pusher, and because he feels dumb doing things he's not good at in public. (Fancy that? I just don't get it!) So I waltzed with myself until I saw the cute little mice playing around the rail. This, coupled with the french speaking gentlemen beside me, distracted me until the T came.
We got off the T at 2:32, and began franticly searching for the Expo Center. Danielle had said it was right across the street.... and it was! We ran so fast, through the station, down the ramps, and across three or four intersections. Met with a spiky fence which was taller than us, Adam asked if I wanted to scale it. Hell no. We slowed down, he using his inhaler, me, breathing heavily, because I have never been and never will be in shape. Until we walked by the black double doors. I could hear the best band in the world! They were on, and we were missing them!
We broke out running again. People stared as we ran down the long path, to the double doors of the building. We bought tickets, ignored the contest form written on them, and, our tickets having been ripped, bolted left, tearing through the entire floor. Skiing enthusiasts stared at us, two lunatics with such urgant business in a Ski Expo. But we found the band! They were playing 'Good' to a painfully small and thin crowd. Having spent the last 50 minutes (prior to the hour-drive) tearing through Boston, I did what I never do. I played one of those jerks who shoves their way to the front. But let me tell you, most of them had stumbled in from a SKIING EXPO to see a band from New Orleans, and we had come to see my favorite band. Plus, if these were fans, they were so wimpy that we didn't actually have to 'shove' at all... we pretty much just slipped our way into the second row (I was behind a 10 year old girl), right in front of the basist. The show was the least phenominal one I've been to, but it was still effing incredible. The set was only an hour, but they made up for it by playing some of my absolute favorites: 'Breathless,' 'Extraordinary,' 'Lifetime,' and 'At The Stars'. No 'Rosaleah' or 'Porcelain', but my god, do I love Better Than Ezra!
When the lights came on, we found free Ben and Jerrys. Than we found the merch booth. It's absolutely astounding to me that I have now seen this band 6 times, and still don't own even a t-shirt. It was with a great show of self-control that I walked away without that BTE sweatshirt. Exiting again into the rest of the Expo Center, we realized how insanely we'd been running. We'd blindly passed an entire room full of booths and people and insanity. We found free popcorn, frozen veggie samples (which we passed warily), contests, a booth full of maple sugar candy (for which we have looked EVERYWHERE), green tea soda samples, and a wfnx booth which was posatively blaring Jack Johnson's entire first album. (Can anybody tell me when they EVER heard that station playing Jack Johnson?)
Anyhoo, after this, we took the T back to Newbury Street and did some X-Mas shopping. It was very hard to walk into the store we needed to go to, what with a group of five french guys in front of us. I literally had to tear myself away from trying to understand...
Then we went back to Emmanuel, where Danielle and Siobahn rubbed their dining hall in my face. This place was absolutely gormet. Even their salad was fancy. The bowls and plates were all real china, and all the cookware was shiny and silvery. Also, everything was healthy. I can't believe that URI feeds us such crap, and my sister is eating like a queen. Mmmmm. Emmanuel. Delicious.
I would like to take this opportunity to point out that everything we did in Boston took place within a four hour time frame.
Then we drove home, listening to BTE for another hour or so. My god do I love that band. My god do I love Boston. My god, can life be freakin awesome.
Moving on.
It was a nice day, for late fall, but I was wearing my red velvet blazer instead of a sweatshirt, and felt kind of chilly. So it was incredibly sweet of her campus's giving tree to provide me with a lovely white scarf. (When Danielle found out I was wearing a scarf that I'd found in a tree, she freaked. How scandalous, to be wearing a scarf that someone could claim directly off of my neck at any moment!) I gave her some blankets, and she gave us incredible T directions to the Bayside Expo Center.
Waiting for the red line to come in, there was a guy playing acoustic guitar. He kept playing waltzes, which is one of the few things that I'm completely and totally incapable of resisting. (Seriously- if I can't find a partner, I waltz with myself. And that is ultra weird-looking.) So I begged Adam to waltz with me, and he stalled a bunch, because I'm a slave-driving dance-pusher, and because he feels dumb doing things he's not good at in public. (Fancy that? I just don't get it!) So I waltzed with myself until I saw the cute little mice playing around the rail. This, coupled with the french speaking gentlemen beside me, distracted me until the T came.
We got off the T at 2:32, and began franticly searching for the Expo Center. Danielle had said it was right across the street.... and it was! We ran so fast, through the station, down the ramps, and across three or four intersections. Met with a spiky fence which was taller than us, Adam asked if I wanted to scale it. Hell no. We slowed down, he using his inhaler, me, breathing heavily, because I have never been and never will be in shape. Until we walked by the black double doors. I could hear the best band in the world! They were on, and we were missing them!
We broke out running again. People stared as we ran down the long path, to the double doors of the building. We bought tickets, ignored the contest form written on them, and, our tickets having been ripped, bolted left, tearing through the entire floor. Skiing enthusiasts stared at us, two lunatics with such urgant business in a Ski Expo. But we found the band! They were playing 'Good' to a painfully small and thin crowd. Having spent the last 50 minutes (prior to the hour-drive) tearing through Boston, I did what I never do. I played one of those jerks who shoves their way to the front. But let me tell you, most of them had stumbled in from a SKIING EXPO to see a band from New Orleans, and we had come to see my favorite band. Plus, if these were fans, they were so wimpy that we didn't actually have to 'shove' at all... we pretty much just slipped our way into the second row (I was behind a 10 year old girl), right in front of the basist. The show was the least phenominal one I've been to, but it was still effing incredible. The set was only an hour, but they made up for it by playing some of my absolute favorites: 'Breathless,' 'Extraordinary,' 'Lifetime,' and 'At The Stars'. No 'Rosaleah' or 'Porcelain', but my god, do I love Better Than Ezra!
When the lights came on, we found free Ben and Jerrys. Than we found the merch booth. It's absolutely astounding to me that I have now seen this band 6 times, and still don't own even a t-shirt. It was with a great show of self-control that I walked away without that BTE sweatshirt. Exiting again into the rest of the Expo Center, we realized how insanely we'd been running. We'd blindly passed an entire room full of booths and people and insanity. We found free popcorn, frozen veggie samples (which we passed warily), contests, a booth full of maple sugar candy (for which we have looked EVERYWHERE), green tea soda samples, and a wfnx booth which was posatively blaring Jack Johnson's entire first album. (Can anybody tell me when they EVER heard that station playing Jack Johnson?)
Anyhoo, after this, we took the T back to Newbury Street and did some X-Mas shopping. It was very hard to walk into the store we needed to go to, what with a group of five french guys in front of us. I literally had to tear myself away from trying to understand...
Then we went back to Emmanuel, where Danielle and Siobahn rubbed their dining hall in my face. This place was absolutely gormet. Even their salad was fancy. The bowls and plates were all real china, and all the cookware was shiny and silvery. Also, everything was healthy. I can't believe that URI feeds us such crap, and my sister is eating like a queen. Mmmmm. Emmanuel. Delicious.
I would like to take this opportunity to point out that everything we did in Boston took place within a four hour time frame.
Then we drove home, listening to BTE for another hour or so. My god do I love that band. My god do I love Boston. My god, can life be freakin awesome.