Our flight was sometime in the evening, so Scott picked me up in Lafayette. Like always I gave Scott a twenty minute buffer on the meeting time. I cant remember a time Scott was actually on time. I told my parents that I didnt need to be dropped off at the original meeting time because Scott is never on time. Right after that, Scott called to tell me he was almost to Lafayette. Amazing. He was early. So we ended up getting to Indy in enough time to stop by McDonalds; one of my many visits of the trip. We then drove to Carins where we met Kyle and my friend Erin. Erin is really cool and likes taking us to the airport.
We got to the airport and got on the plan. I didnt have any daggers this time, but they still searched my bags anyway. They always do.
The kid behind me on the plane had an amazing flight to Chicago. On descent intoChicago he saw both the Empire State Building and the Eiffel Tower. So, it was probably the best flight into Chicago Ive experienced. Kyle pointed out that he was really going to get confused in Las Vegas due to all the national treasures located there.
We were now at OHare. I hate OHare. This is the seventh time this year I was at OHare. Three of those times were catastrophes. Upon finding our gate, it was the same gate I had spent many stressful hours worried about my cancelled flight to San Francisco. We lucked out and the plane took off on time and landed on time inProvidence.
It was now 11:30.
I wanted to stay in a hotel. I just have surgery three days ago. So we found a taxi and told him to take us to the cheapest hotel. He then began rambling, and eventually we found out that he was trying to rationalize a taxi ride to Boston. Supposedly it would be the same price as getting a hotel room. I didnt ask him if we could sleep in the taxi when we got to Boston at 2am but I believe that was the flaw in him plan.
He dropped us off at a Motel 6 and we slept.
The next day went uneventful. We woke up; we took a taxi to Providence; we rode the train to Boston; and we walked to our hostel in the Back Bay. While they were getting our room ready we took a guided tour of the Back Bay. By guided I mean Kyle read descriptions out of my tour book. One would assume we would get lost on this kind of tour but we didnt. After the grueling tour we helped ourselves to a nice lunch at some hippy joint. I hate hippys. They smoke weed too much. And their liberal.
We checked into our room and we met our roommate. From Chile.
We then took a walk around the Boston University area and Fenway Park. It was pretty interesting. Not anything exciting though. I was looking forward to the nighttime. We were planning on going to a jazz club down the street, but we decided to leave before the jazz due to the price of drinks. Instead we went to a pizza joint and drank cheap pitchers of beer. I felt good by the time the place was closing. That was when some kid from LA approached us and said he was staying at the hostel. He wanted to go out. So we agreed and went to a bar down the road. We drank more before heading back to the hostel for some sleep.
The next day I wanted to go out by myself. I needed me-time.
But then I saw Ramon our Chilean roommate - before I left so we headed to Central Boston to look at Quincy Market. Then we wandered down the Freedom Trail to Paul Reveres House and the Old North Church. We then continued to walk across the bridge to Cambridge until we decided that was dumb and we headed back to the hostel. We met Kyle and Scott and ate at the hippy café again. Even though I hate hippies. Afterwards we decided to go out. Kyles new friend Carla joined the four of us. We went to the Middle East Bar. They were going to charge us my life to get in, so we opted out. Ive paid too much for surgery to have my life taken. We walked back to the hostel and went to that jazz club again. It was fun.
Before going out we went to Harvard. It was cool and all.
The next day I went to Brookline to see what was up with their city. I had sent them a resume a week ago. I then came back and took some me-time I had wanted the day before. I wondered around the south side of Boston and through the Theater District. It was cool. I guess. I saw Benjamin Franklin and some other famous people. They were dead though. Ive visited them before, so it wasnt a life-changing experience. I did buy some extra t-tokens because I like transit.
That night we went to some bars, again.
Kyle, Carla, and their friend Tracey went to some Hip-Hop jam session. Scott, Ramon, and I opted for a lower-key, druid hangout. We went to an area where artsy people hung out. I dont like hippies, but I handled them for tonight. We went to a live-venue place. There was a big cover, but we lied and said we just wanted to go to the bar. So they let us in free, even though they saw right past our evil lie. The band was Carbon Leaf-esque. I like Carbon Leaf. They rock. After that we walked down this deserted street and found another bar. We went into the basement, and I think there were a lot of druids hanging out here dancing to druid music. There were aliens on the wall, and they were watching the dancing druids. We found a nice druid, and he gave us some beer.
We left and caught the last tube to the central-city.
In our car was a drunk German. He talked to us about Indiana, and I told him I was going to Germany soon. He said that was cool. We got to our transfer and switched trains. In our new train was a Bostonian originally from Florida. He had two friends one fromArgentina and one from China. We talked to them because the train wasnt moving. It took an hour for the train to move. But it was entertaining to talk to the people. We werent sober anymore, so it was OK. The train finally left and we arrived at our destination for some sleep.
The next morning we prepared for departure and caught the train to Providence.
Our friend Ramon was on this train. He said hi, but we had to get off. We walked to our accommodations for the night before going to Geoffreys Café. Sarah would like this café because she thinks I should spell my name with a G. She wont be happy to know that people who spell Jeffery with a G are slightly retarded. It took them five hours to get the credit card machine to work. Then they recommended a place for us to take Craig that night. We later found out this was a lesbian bar.
We headed back to the hotel and Scott was surprisingly hungry.
We went to a food court and I had horrible Chinese food. It made me sick. But Craig came and it was better because we went to Westminster Street for some outage. We found a folk band and the nice bar tender charged us a lot of money for beer. We left and went to the bar Geoffrey had recommended. The bouncer told us the roller derby had been cancelled and rescheduled for the following night. Fortunately some of the roller skaters were still around watching roller skating on a big screen TV. I enjoyed watching the skaters. I also knew Natalie would be proud of us for taking Craig to a lesbian bar. She told us to make sure Craig behaved. Afterwards we walked to a district near Brown University. I wont lie, I was a jerk at this point. But, oh well.
We went to bed.
We then took a walk around the Boston University area and Fenway Park. It was pretty interesting. Not anything exciting though. I was looking forward to the nighttime. We were planning on going to a jazz club down the street, but we decided to leave before the jazz due to the price of drinks. Instead we went to a pizza joint and drank cheap pitchers of beer. I felt good by the time the place was closing. That was when some kid from LA approached us and said he was staying at the hostel. He wanted to go out. So we agreed and went to a bar down the road. We drank more before heading back to the hostel for some sleep.
The next day I wanted to go out by myself. I needed me-time.
But then I saw Ramon our Chilean roommate - before I left so we headed to Central Boston to look at Quincy Market. Then we wandered down the Freedom Trail to Paul Reveres House and the Old North Church. We then continued to walk across the bridge to Cambridge until we decided that was dumb and we headed back to the hostel. We met Kyle and Scott and ate at the hippy café again. Even though I hate hippies. Afterwards we decided to go out. Kyles new friend Carla joined the four of us. We went to the Middle East Bar. They were going to charge us my life to get in, so we opted out. Ive paid too much for surgery to have my life taken. We walked back to the hostel and went to that jazz club again. It was fun.
Before going out we went to Harvard. It was cool and all.
The next day I went to Brookline to see what was up with their city. I had sent them a resume a week ago. I then came back and took some me-time I had wanted the day before. I wondered around the south side of Boston and through the Theater District. It was cool. I guess. I saw Benjamin Franklin and some other famous people. They were dead though. Ive visited them before, so it wasnt a life-changing experience. I did buy some extra t-tokens because I like transit.
That night we went to some bars, again.
Kyle, Carla, and their friend Tracey went to some Hip-Hop jam session. Scott, Ramon, and I opted for a lower-key, druid hangout. We went to an area where artsy people hung out. I dont like hippies, but I handled them for tonight. We went to a live-venue place. There was a big cover, but we lied and said we just wanted to go to the bar. So they let us in free, even though they saw right past our evil lie. The band was Carbon Leaf-esque. I like Carbon Leaf. They rock. After that we walked down this deserted street and found another bar. We went into the basement, and I think there were a lot of druids hanging out here dancing to druid music. There were aliens on the wall, and they were watching the dancing druids. We found a nice druid, and he gave us some beer.
We left and caught the last tube to the central-city.
In our car was a drunk German. He talked to us about Indiana, and I told him I was going to Germany soon. He said that was cool. We got to our transfer and switched trains. In our new train was a Bostonian originally from Florida. He had two friends one fromArgentina and one from China. We talked to them because the train wasnt moving. It took an hour for the train to move. But it was entertaining to talk to the people. We werent sober anymore, so it was OK. The train finally left and we arrived at our destination for some sleep.
The next morning we prepared for departure and caught the train to Providence.
Our friend Ramon was on this train. He said hi, but we had to get off. We walked to our accommodations for the night before going to Geoffreys Café. Sarah would like this café because she thinks I should spell my name with a G. She wont be happy to know that people who spell Jeffery with a G are slightly retarded. It took them five hours to get the credit card machine to work. Then they recommended a place for us to take Craig that night. We later found out this was a lesbian bar.
We headed back to the hotel and Scott was surprisingly hungry.
We went to a food court and I had horrible Chinese food. It made me sick. But Craig came and it was better because we went to Westminster Street for some outage. We found a folk band and the nice bar tender charged us a lot of money for beer. We left and went to the bar Geoffrey had recommended. The bouncer told us the roller derby had been cancelled and rescheduled for the following night. Fortunately some of the roller skaters were still around watching roller skating on a big screen TV. I enjoyed watching the skaters. I also knew Natalie would be proud of us for taking Craig to a lesbian bar. She told us to make sure Craig behaved. Afterwards we walked to a district near Brown University. I wont lie, I was a jerk at this point. But, oh well.
We went to bed.
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