Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Yesterday, All my troubles seemed so far away.

Yesterday was a gorgeous day, unlike the snowy monstrosity that happened on Friday. It was warm-ish (by that I mean like 35-40). The sun was out, I wore a dress, it was such a happy day. I slept in a little, I went for a walk, I worked, I had class, I was incredibly busy all day - but nothing could bring me down. Not even my 2.5 hours Art of the Italian Renaissance class! (Though, despite the Monday night long class thing, I like the subject.) And then I calmed down my busy day with a night of vodka drinks at reggae night. I don't know how that happened, but it's basically the most interesting thing I've ever done. I would never intentionally go to reggae night, but accidentally ending up at it when the restaurant you're eating at turns into it... well, it wasn't as bad as you might think. (Yes, there was a corner to hide in!)

But, it was weird, it really felt like an out of body experience. I made plans and I had normal, predictable expectations. Y'know, like a movie and some usual bar or restaurant like Cheesecake Factory or Beantown Pub. But we got on the Red Line! We went to Central Square! I went to a restaurant I'd never been to before, where the "Plain Jane" burger wasn't even plain enough for me. Then I had lots of vodka drinks, and switched it up 3 times - when normally I drink rum and diet cokes. Then it turned into reggae night, and well, you can imagine the clientèle, and how much I fit in with that crowd. I'm such a white Kiss 108 listener.

Anyway, today wasn't as great. It's rainy AND snowy AND cold. I woke up sick multiple times, and I think I woke up still drunk. I had a test. I had boring classes. I'm still nauseous. And I had to sit through the 109 from Sullivan to my house where two people talked about how they just got out of jail. In a public place. Oh, and the girl, 24 years old, was incarcerated for 2 years, and said, "I don't drink that much." Then took out a paper bag and drank from it. She wasn't even being sarcastic.

Basically, if you can avoid going to Everett, then by all means avoid it. I want to move to Cambridge. Or Boston. People are more private with their jail stories there!

1 comment:

Erin said...

that photo is super intense.


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