I finished exams early and had some time to kill before my flight home.
So I went on an adventure:
bus to boston
listened to crazy lady in south station. ate chicken sandwich
chatted up some friends at harvard.
mfa. the lady downstairs got me all excited about this cocktail party
not until i got upstairs did they explain that you had to be over 21
looked at effing awesome photography instead
“museum of effing awesome”
back in cambridge. wandered. hung out by some bridge. looked at ducks.
back to harvard. chat with more friends. second half of chicken sandiwch. sleep.
woke up. t to south station, expecting to catch a train to providence
walked out of the station to kill some time and get some food
came across mini-fair outside macy’s. free starbucks.
kept walking. arrived at some park.
watched people ice-skating, purchased boston cream fried dough.
participated in tail end of rally for clean energy
discovered that the park was boston common.
elected to postpone providence trip and walk the freedom trail
elected to go pee first. chose a direction and hoped for a starbucks or something.
found one.
on the way, ran into random guy living at karme choling who i had met while he was visiting dartmouth a few weeks back.
weird.
coffee and urine at starbucks. watched people walking by.
tackled freedom trail. some highlights:
guy drumming tin boxes and plastic cans outside quincy market
cider and historically accurate cakes at paul revere house
cute girl taking photos in one of the graveyards
random 4-person marching band that I came across a couple times
view from the top of the bunker hill monument just after sundown
back to south station, looking for food again.
grabbed street hot dog. with onion and peppers.
boston common again. more people ice-skating.
back to south. another hot dog.
arrived in providence. iphone not helpful for finding brown.
while asking weird guy outside “gentleman’s club” for directions
some guy with an instrument on his back walks by, offers to walk me part of the way
we’re chatting it up. nice guy. missing a few teeth.
turns out I had already seen him twice that day
he was part of the marching band
weird.
made it to brown, no thanks to my iphone.
talked with aaron’s floormates about construction of beauty
went to semi-improvised, super-experimental “musical” performance
back to aaron’s dorm building. played scrabble with some of aaron’s friends
aaron worked on an essay.
slept on the floor. in “american girl” sleeping bag.
aaron went to church. i slept an extra hour.
made it to train station, thanks to my suprising memory
also directions from a nice man at a bus stop
hung out with a bunch of free culture-y friends somewhere off the red line
watched confessions of a superhero and talked about blogging
including microblogging
back to harvard. more wandering. bought a gyro. ate it walking
it was cold and windy.
i had been warned that the winds would be “hazardous”
crouched in a corner outside a convenience store. looked like a bum.
cold hands nearly fell off
but they didn’t
walked into this place. big neon letters said “ART”
it was a theater. next performance in 10 minutes. cheap tickets
watched it. didn’t get it.
juice and a doughnut from dunkin doughnuts.
back to harvard
printed boarding pass for flight in the morning. set phone alarm.
