I’m in Boston.
As I tweeted upon my arrival:
I’m in Boston, tweeps. Hello Harvard Square. Hello Newbury Street. Hello stomping grounds of my misspent youth.
Whenever I’m in town, I always find myself remembering all the crazy shit I did when I lived just an hour, exactly, from this place.
What? What’s that you say? You want me to regale you with crazy tales of my crazy exploits in crazy Beantown, Boston Mass, birthplace of the nation? Just a hop skip and a jump from Lynn, Lynn, city of sin?
Well. Have yourself a seat, little buckaroo, and I’ll dangle a couple tasty morsels of high school chicanery in your general di-rection.
Like the time I was waiting in Harvard Square for my best friend Kim. I was fresh out of my first month and a half at Syracuse, on my way home for Thanksgiving break. I was mohawked. I was purple haired. I was disillusioned youth-ed. I was so punk rock. I was going to hang out in Boston with my friend Kim for a day before heading home. I was 100% rebel. I was also going to Syracuse University on partial scholarship as an aerospace engineering major.
Right. So in retrospect, I suppose the Boston street kid task force didn’t pick up on the whole engineering student vibe. I tried telling them I really didn’t need any clean needles or a place to stay, thanks. But the sandwich wasn’t half bad.
Then there was the time I totally ditched work the summer before I left for college and Kim and I headed down to Boston for a night on the town with some other friend of hers. We went to a goth club and were gothy. We emo’d all night long. I met a boy named Derrick who I fancied. He was very pale and full of angst. WINNER! I pined over him for a week or two, despite never seeing him again. I remember walking back to my car, about 2 miles away. Kim and our other friend were fast walkers, and sorta left me behind. Drunk, you know. So, I was walking down Comm(onwealth) Ave, at about 3am, essentially by myself. I had my knife out, in my hand. Ready. Because I was not alone…and it was dark…and not well lit…and not a good part of town. Plus, there’s the whole I’m-a-total-badass thing.
I also discovered Clannad that weekend. Still, my favorite Irish band EVAR. Maire Brennan is the shit. Makes her sister Enya sound like a walrus needing an epinephrine shot. (Total exaggeration there, in case you were wondering. Enya is fab. Just, her sister is More Fab.)
And of course there was the day I skipped school and Kim and I and a couple others (Kim was quite the bad influence on me, wasn’t she? Wish I could find her 😛 ) We hung out on Newbury street generally being nuisances and having just a grand time being Not At School. Being Not At School makes everything more fun. It’s like…cinnamon. With cherries on top, and a dollop of homemade whipped cream.
Now I’m here to visit my new nephew. See my baby brother as a father for the first time. Meet my sister-in-law’s parents, who are visiting from Brazil. That makes them my inlaws, right? Right? Because I kinda like them. Can I keep ’em? I foresee a trip to Brazil in my future. Who knows, maybe I won’t come back.
Just look at everything that started in this little colonial town.
But I do miss Portland.
And my dog.