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Last night I went into Boston with Eric, Adam and Josh. On the way my Atmosphere cd broke almost in half, I'm so pissed. Their idea of hanging out in Boston is going to Quincy Market and looking in stores, so that's where we went. It was like going to the mall, only better because it wasn't the mall and we were in Boston. None of them wanted to go to the concert with me, so at like 7:40 I left their sorry asses eating in Fanuel Hall.
I made my way to the Roxy, which is nestled snuggly on the edge of the “theatre district." A very prestigious establishment. They have got a dress code, and V.I.P. areas and such. Although none of that applied last night. In the line to get a ticket this really hot girl Kelly started talking to me, and we hung out through the first act. Then she disappeared. I knew she would, but I wasn't worried about it. I did however make some friends, which was my goal seeing as I went alone and all. The show was mega-kick ass. The first act, The Oddjobs, did a whole fairly lengthy freestyle about Boston. Opening acts were good, but Sage Francis and Slug put on a killer show. Mr. Dibbs spun a short set too, it was sweet.
It should be noted that I smoked no pot during this entire evening.
After the show, I was invited to come with Alison, Ashley and Bryan to the South Street Diner. Seeing as how I had already missed my train home, I politely obliged. Wow, by far the best french fries I have ever eaten. I almost didn't want to put salt on them. When it came up that I had missed my train would probably end up sleeping out they offered me the extra bed in their dorm. They are really cool kids, and hopefully I'll make it back to hang out with them again. It's eerie how similar art students resemble Unitarians in every way... I never got to stay at their dorm, oh well. It's still the biggest adventure I've ever been on. When I called my mom, she was very upset. Not only by the fact that I would consider with strangers, but that I had "painted her into a corner" and left her no options. She ended up coming to get me, and we didn't talk about it until today.
Yeah, so mom's taxi drove thirty miles. Thirty miles, at two dollars a mile equals sixty dollars. Working at ten dollars an hour I owe her six hours of work. I knocked it down to five, but not after screwing myself out of 311 tomorrow, and fighting all day long. I could have been done like half of my time by now, but all I saw was that I had to work for six hours. I didn't hear that I did not have to do it all at once. Oh well, live and learn. Hopefully they come around again. And now I can say that I didn't make the mistake of seeing 311 instead of Radiohead, although it still kind of was a mistake either way.
Don't let her know this, but I am very disappointed that she burned the tickets. 311 put on such a good show.
I made my way to the Roxy, which is nestled snuggly on the edge of the “theatre district." A very prestigious establishment. They have got a dress code, and V.I.P. areas and such. Although none of that applied last night. In the line to get a ticket this really hot girl Kelly started talking to me, and we hung out through the first act. Then she disappeared. I knew she would, but I wasn't worried about it. I did however make some friends, which was my goal seeing as I went alone and all. The show was mega-kick ass. The first act, The Oddjobs, did a whole fairly lengthy freestyle about Boston. Opening acts were good, but Sage Francis and Slug put on a killer show. Mr. Dibbs spun a short set too, it was sweet.
It should be noted that I smoked no pot during this entire evening.
After the show, I was invited to come with Alison, Ashley and Bryan to the South Street Diner. Seeing as how I had already missed my train home, I politely obliged. Wow, by far the best french fries I have ever eaten. I almost didn't want to put salt on them. When it came up that I had missed my train would probably end up sleeping out they offered me the extra bed in their dorm. They are really cool kids, and hopefully I'll make it back to hang out with them again. It's eerie how similar art students resemble Unitarians in every way... I never got to stay at their dorm, oh well. It's still the biggest adventure I've ever been on. When I called my mom, she was very upset. Not only by the fact that I would consider with strangers, but that I had "painted her into a corner" and left her no options. She ended up coming to get me, and we didn't talk about it until today.
Yeah, so mom's taxi drove thirty miles. Thirty miles, at two dollars a mile equals sixty dollars. Working at ten dollars an hour I owe her six hours of work. I knocked it down to five, but not after screwing myself out of 311 tomorrow, and fighting all day long. I could have been done like half of my time by now, but all I saw was that I had to work for six hours. I didn't hear that I did not have to do it all at once. Oh well, live and learn. Hopefully they come around again. And now I can say that I didn't make the mistake of seeing 311 instead of Radiohead, although it still kind of was a mistake either way.
Don't let her know this, but I am very disappointed that she burned the tickets. 311 put on such a good show.