Adventures on the T and crazy drummers
This has been an interesting weekend so far.
Last night I was going to hang out with mi care, and, as usual, I was taking the T. I changed trains and sat down and this guy shouts, "Hey Boston! Get ready for some amazing feats!" and turns on a boom box ("Just Dance") and got everyone to sit down or stand by the doors. He made a few jokes about "clap if you like this and even if you don't" and would we all please donate a couple bucks if we like him cuz he's on his way to a dance competition in NYC. The poor woman sitting next to me closed her eyes and covered her ears and started saying "no no no no no" and got off right at the next stop.
Anyway, he was dancing and flipping (like actually upside down) on the moving train, and then he got us all to clap ("Come on, white people, find your rhythm!" >_<). At the next stop, he let people on and off and then starts introducing himself again to the new people ("I'm Snap Boogie. I come all the way from L.A. Come on guys, take a seat. Sexy black guy gonna dance for ya!") and continued with his craziness. He got off at the next stop, presumably to entertain people who hadn't paid him yet. ("Find me on Facebook!")
Then today I was out running errands and I went to the Garage in Harvard Square to look at their jewelry again. Better selections, but still not quite what I want. I wish people made more half-size rings. And/or I knew whether/how much my fingers were going to grow in the near future so I'd know whether to err up or down. Anyway, on my way back, I saw Girl Scouts selling cookies in the T station, so I turned around to go to the bank and get money with which to buy cookies cuz...it's GS cookies! Duh.
On my way to the bank, I was thinking, "man, I must really be missing marching band and associating it with this awful weather, cuz I swear I hear a drumline." (=P) But as i got closer, I could hear it more, and it turns out there was some kind of chili-tasting thing (???) with an Afro-Brazilian drum group performing, which was fun to listen to as I was walking. But when I got close enough to actually realize it was them and not some actual band drumline, I saw that they were wearing their drums ON THEIR KNEES. Marching band percussion... no more complaining. Can you imagine doing anything with the big drums hanging somewhere on your legs rather than your shoulders?? No, I didn't think so. Crazy.
Then I went back and bought cookies. "Peanut Butter patties" and "Caramel deLites" instead of Tagalongs and Samoas. Seriously? The old names were so much better. They even changed the Trefoils to "Shortbread". How lame! Also they were $4 a box. Not to complain like an old lady () but when I was selling them they were $2. Maybe $2.50. Rwarr. ()
So then I got on a train and at the next stop a guy sat next to me and started talking about Girl Scout cookies cuz he saw me holding them. He said his backpack was full of them because his cousin's unit in Iraq kept writing and asking him to send them. And then he told me stories about his cousin and about his own time in the military. I was happy to listen and not talk, but...he really loved to talk =P
And then, after I had changed trains again, I ran into a guy from my Greek class. We talked for a couple minutes, but he's never seemed the brightest tool in the shed to me. I mean, I'm sure he's very smart, but I don't think his mind and mine work the same way.
So now I'm at the market/cafe where I got lunch and did some grocery shopping and now I'm going to work on Latin homework. Wheeeeee :)
-fin-
Last night I was going to hang out with mi care, and, as usual, I was taking the T. I changed trains and sat down and this guy shouts, "Hey Boston! Get ready for some amazing feats!" and turns on a boom box ("Just Dance") and got everyone to sit down or stand by the doors. He made a few jokes about "clap if you like this and even if you don't" and would we all please donate a couple bucks if we like him cuz he's on his way to a dance competition in NYC. The poor woman sitting next to me closed her eyes and covered her ears and started saying "no no no no no" and got off right at the next stop.
Anyway, he was dancing and flipping (like actually upside down) on the moving train, and then he got us all to clap ("Come on, white people, find your rhythm!" >_<). At the next stop, he let people on and off and then starts introducing himself again to the new people ("I'm Snap Boogie. I come all the way from L.A. Come on guys, take a seat. Sexy black guy gonna dance for ya!") and continued with his craziness. He got off at the next stop, presumably to entertain people who hadn't paid him yet. ("Find me on Facebook!")
Then today I was out running errands and I went to the Garage in Harvard Square to look at their jewelry again. Better selections, but still not quite what I want. I wish people made more half-size rings. And/or I knew whether/how much my fingers were going to grow in the near future so I'd know whether to err up or down. Anyway, on my way back, I saw Girl Scouts selling cookies in the T station, so I turned around to go to the bank and get money with which to buy cookies cuz...it's GS cookies! Duh.
On my way to the bank, I was thinking, "man, I must really be missing marching band and associating it with this awful weather, cuz I swear I hear a drumline." (=P) But as i got closer, I could hear it more, and it turns out there was some kind of chili-tasting thing (???) with an Afro-Brazilian drum group performing, which was fun to listen to as I was walking. But when I got close enough to actually realize it was them and not some actual band drumline, I saw that they were wearing their drums ON THEIR KNEES. Marching band percussion... no more complaining. Can you imagine doing anything with the big drums hanging somewhere on your legs rather than your shoulders?? No, I didn't think so. Crazy.
Then I went back and bought cookies. "Peanut Butter patties" and "Caramel deLites" instead of Tagalongs and Samoas. Seriously? The old names were so much better. They even changed the Trefoils to "Shortbread". How lame! Also they were $4 a box. Not to complain like an old lady () but when I was selling them they were $2. Maybe $2.50. Rwarr. ()
So then I got on a train and at the next stop a guy sat next to me and started talking about Girl Scout cookies cuz he saw me holding them. He said his backpack was full of them because his cousin's unit in Iraq kept writing and asking him to send them. And then he told me stories about his cousin and about his own time in the military. I was happy to listen and not talk, but...he really loved to talk =P
And then, after I had changed trains again, I ran into a guy from my Greek class. We talked for a couple minutes, but he's never seemed the brightest tool in the shed to me. I mean, I'm sure he's very smart, but I don't think his mind and mine work the same way.
So now I'm at the market/cafe where I got lunch and did some grocery shopping and now I'm going to work on Latin homework. Wheeeeee :)
-fin-