giving the roaming gnome a run for his money
So, my journey around the greater Boston area continues (now that it has cooled off). I had passed the Anthropologie near Copley two or three times (or more, as we circled and circled and circled the SAME BLOCK looking for parking the other night), so today I decided to go check out that part of town. When I got to the store, I very quickly remembered that I can't afford to shop there, so I went next door to Starbucks instead.
Funny sidebar about my trip to Starbucks: Next to me while I waited for my drink were two fratty dudes and a bitchy-looking blonde that kept giving me the evil eye. One of them got mad, because the barista accidentally called out "Danielle" instead of "Daniel" when Mr. Fratastic's drink was ready. I don't know what he got all pissy for; he was the one who ordered the Tangerine Frappacino. I would have thought it was for a chick too. Be a man. Drink some lumber-flavored coffee for goodness sake.
Anyway, I went to Prudential Center and found. . .more shopping. This city is going to be hard on my wallet. Everyone warned me about how expensive it was to live here, which I already knew. I mean, it's no Natchitoches. The thing is, though, it's not really that individual items are all that pricey; it's just everything costs money. I went up to the Skywalk (or something to that effect) in Prudential Tower, and they wanted 10 bucks for me to walk around the 50th floor of a building (not the top floor, mind you) and look out the window. I just turned around and went downstairs. All the interesting stuff happens on the streets anyway.
Prudential Center is essentially just another spot for the tourists. There's nothing particularly classy about it, even though it tries hard. The best part was the Swarovski Crystal store. Actually, the store wasn't the cool thing--that it was next to the Yankee Candle Factory was the cool thing. When I walked by, I imagined some pudgy bleach-blonde middle class woman buying a crystal unicorn, or some other useless knick-knack, because she heard that they were fashionable on E! and then walking next door to buy an Apple Pie candle to put next to it on her mantle.
As I walked to Cambridge later (I didn't feel like scrounging for money for a token), I passed a cab line outside a hotel, and I thought briefly about taking one over to MIT, not because I'm lazy or anything, but because I'm afraid of cabs. I always fear looking stupid while doing something that lots of people do on a regular basis. That got me thinking about overcoming fears and working on the "me." Well, not really thinking about the "me," but doing things that I normally shy away from, etc.
Fears to Overcome:
--Hailing cabs
--Ordering my own drinks at bars
--The Kenmore T-stop
--Specters of skanks
--Looking at a map while in plain view of people
--Snakes on a plane
--Failure, rejection, the unknown, life, the universe, and everything
Funny sidebar about my trip to Starbucks: Next to me while I waited for my drink were two fratty dudes and a bitchy-looking blonde that kept giving me the evil eye. One of them got mad, because the barista accidentally called out "Danielle" instead of "Daniel" when Mr. Fratastic's drink was ready. I don't know what he got all pissy for; he was the one who ordered the Tangerine Frappacino. I would have thought it was for a chick too. Be a man. Drink some lumber-flavored coffee for goodness sake.
Anyway, I went to Prudential Center and found. . .more shopping. This city is going to be hard on my wallet. Everyone warned me about how expensive it was to live here, which I already knew. I mean, it's no Natchitoches. The thing is, though, it's not really that individual items are all that pricey; it's just everything costs money. I went up to the Skywalk (or something to that effect) in Prudential Tower, and they wanted 10 bucks for me to walk around the 50th floor of a building (not the top floor, mind you) and look out the window. I just turned around and went downstairs. All the interesting stuff happens on the streets anyway.
Prudential Center is essentially just another spot for the tourists. There's nothing particularly classy about it, even though it tries hard. The best part was the Swarovski Crystal store. Actually, the store wasn't the cool thing--that it was next to the Yankee Candle Factory was the cool thing. When I walked by, I imagined some pudgy bleach-blonde middle class woman buying a crystal unicorn, or some other useless knick-knack, because she heard that they were fashionable on E! and then walking next door to buy an Apple Pie candle to put next to it on her mantle.
As I walked to Cambridge later (I didn't feel like scrounging for money for a token), I passed a cab line outside a hotel, and I thought briefly about taking one over to MIT, not because I'm lazy or anything, but because I'm afraid of cabs. I always fear looking stupid while doing something that lots of people do on a regular basis. That got me thinking about overcoming fears and working on the "me." Well, not really thinking about the "me," but doing things that I normally shy away from, etc.
Fears to Overcome:
--Hailing cabs
--Ordering my own drinks at bars
--The Kenmore T-stop
--Specters of skanks
--Looking at a map while in plain view of people
--Snakes on a plane
--Failure, rejection, the unknown, life, the universe, and everything