journal-04/28/01

04/28/01

This, I wrote when I was drunk.... trying to stay up for a while before going to bed (I'm the type of drunk who.. if I go to bed while extremely drunk, I'll wake up extremely sick and hung over). As it was my hangover was mild in comparison to some I've had... but it could have been better. I have not corrected any punctuation, capitalization, or misspelled words (and yes, I did misspell Faneuil Hall). Anyway...

Tonight is a night that makes me wonder why the hell i ever left boston. i had seriously, possibly the greatest time of my life out tonight. well not the absolute greatest but it was pretty damn close. so why did i leave? i agree with my friend belinda... it's like a lot of the boston friendships/relationships have one little problem: one time, you have a deep and meaningful conversation with someone (or just any conversation at all) and then the next time you see each other in passing, or the next time you're at the same function or at the same bus stop at the same time-- you don't even acknowledge each other. this is a cronic problem in boston. but it's not just in the city, ti flows through everywhere in the surrounding area too (and the fact that i said "arers" earlier tonight-- just let it roll off my tongue without even thinking-- is VERY bothersome)... but anyway-- tonight was an exception to the rule perhaps.. but if every weekend coudl be like this then perhaps i never would have left.

we had a very laid-back day and then we decided to go into the city, have dinner in the north end (which is also called "little italy," it's where all the respectable italian restaurants are-- and there are about 300 of them, one right after the other on each block, spanning about a 4-block radius). we ate way too much italian food (and the waiter was hitting on my friend belinda.... and she wasn't exactly deterring him.. but not necessarily encouraging him either). anyway.. we ate a LOT of food.. very good genuine.. real-stuff italian food....... but we decided that wasn't enough decadence-- we had to head to mike's pastry. it's just abot the most well-known pastry shop in all of boston and people who come from all over the world to visit various places in boston always manage to end up there. when you walk into a pastry shop that's famous from a tourist standpoint, and the locals are chatting it up with the pastry shop workers-- you know you've found THE place. so anyway.. we got the connoli and mocca patty (it tasted MUCH better than it sounds) we sifted our way through the crowd and meandered to quincy market.. fanuiel hall (hey I spelled it right!).. and that whole area. we caught the end of a street performer's act and ate our treats while watching him.. shopped around in the area just a bit.. then we decided to make our way to the party.

it was a BLAST. i haven't had that much fun at a party in ages-- it was a great time, honestly.... and it was definitely a big room full of very drunken people. had a great time, met some really cool people.. partied it up with some old friends and acquaintances... and then suddenly we had to leave-- so we could catch the T in time to actually get home. (the T is the subway in boston... for those of you who don't know). anyway... so we sit on the T and the 3 of us (belinda, me, and belinda's insatiably, irresistibly cute roommate casey) decide that we're too wired to vegetate on the T.. so we start being obnoxious. there was a girl across from us who thought casey was quite entertaining (and he is.. despite being irresistibly cute).. and then then when she got off at one stop, these other 2 guys get on the T and then we all decide to start singing. this random guy starts busting out with stevie wonder ("i just called to say i love you") and the best part-- this girl was trying to sing from the end of the car and i motioned for her to come up and join us... and then everyone in the car decides to join in singing this great, old, hokey song. it was classic... great... the very best moment any of us has ever had on the T-- ever. we sang other songs, including some elvis.. show tunes, tina turner, michael jackson... and then-- it was our stop.

people got on and off the T.... looking at us perplexed but smiling as they stepped off the car and into their own lives again. there was something admittedly magical about it-- even though we were all quite drunk... still...

and the bus ride home was similar-- a very drunk guy sat next to belinda and she talked to him while casey and i made fun of the guy (he was slurring his words worse than we were).. i turned to a very beautiful guy and asked him if he was enjoying the spectacle-- he said 'yes.. very much.' so anyway.. it was quite interesting.. and in case you're wondering YES i am still drunk and i don't intend to spell-check or edit this in any such way so THERE.

i had a fucking great weekend in boston and it ain't even over yet.. just wanted to let you know that.

perhaps i'll even post some of the pictures when i finally get them back, eh? haha.. yeah.