The sweet smell of...getting rid of the urine-stinking bathroom
We finally get to move on Thursday!!!!!!!
We get to escape the urine-smelly bathroom, and the 3-story trek to the basement "kitchen" which I like to consider more of a dungeon/e-coli fest than a sanitary food prep spot. Oooh ooh, and the housemate that lives across the hall from us, who is always up until 3 in the morning inconsiderately loudly snapping his fingers and clapping his hands at random. It doesn't even have a rhythm, that I could put up with, this is sporatic hand-clapping and finger-snapping. For a while there I thought he might've had some kind of Parkinson's or something; Nope, he's just annoying. And another thing we won't miss: If anyone out there has seen Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, in the opening scene, our main character heads down the stairs for breakfast only to smuck his head on the door frame at the bottom of the flight. TJ and I laughed our asses off when we saw that, only because it happens to us on a daily basis here. Our new place has high ceilings, we don't have to lose any more brain cells due to ceiling-concussions anymore. No, if we want to lose brain cells, we can willingly do it the old fashioned way by drinking them gone now!
I really love Boston. Last night, TJ and I went down to the Fenway area to see what the bustle is like right before a Red Sox/Yankees game. We found a spot at the Cask and Flagon's outdoor seating (right behind the Left Field Pesky's Pole), sat and ordered some poor excuses for fried cheese curds, and watched the crowd. Now we weren't inside the park, but it was still the coolest baseball experience I've ever had. Occasionally we'd see the rare Yankees fan walk by, one of which was brave enough to yell out "Go Yankees" and then proceeded to be booed by everyone in the vicinity for the rest of his walk into the park. Behind us was a 4 piece ragtime band which gave us some really cool soundtrack music to capture the mood of the pre-game. Last time we wandered past Fenway, we saw some Boston city police in kilts giving a bagpipe performance. There's something you don't see every day. We stayed there through the top of the first inning, about 20 giant LCD HDTVs on behind us inside the bar, and the actual game happening 100 feet in front of us. The lag time from the cameras gave us some suspense, as we could hear the roar of the crowd about 7 seconds before we'd actually see the excitement on the tvs. We hauled butt home as we noticed the monsoon rolling in, and made it back with only getting soaked through to the outer bones. It made me a little tired for my 6:30 wake up time for work, but it was well worth it. This is gonna be a fun 6 years!
We get to escape the urine-smelly bathroom, and the 3-story trek to the basement "kitchen" which I like to consider more of a dungeon/e-coli fest than a sanitary food prep spot. Oooh ooh, and the housemate that lives across the hall from us, who is always up until 3 in the morning inconsiderately loudly snapping his fingers and clapping his hands at random. It doesn't even have a rhythm, that I could put up with, this is sporatic hand-clapping and finger-snapping. For a while there I thought he might've had some kind of Parkinson's or something; Nope, he's just annoying. And another thing we won't miss: If anyone out there has seen Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, in the opening scene, our main character heads down the stairs for breakfast only to smuck his head on the door frame at the bottom of the flight. TJ and I laughed our asses off when we saw that, only because it happens to us on a daily basis here. Our new place has high ceilings, we don't have to lose any more brain cells due to ceiling-concussions anymore. No, if we want to lose brain cells, we can willingly do it the old fashioned way by drinking them gone now!
I really love Boston. Last night, TJ and I went down to the Fenway area to see what the bustle is like right before a Red Sox/Yankees game. We found a spot at the Cask and Flagon's outdoor seating (right behind the Left Field Pesky's Pole), sat and ordered some poor excuses for fried cheese curds, and watched the crowd. Now we weren't inside the park, but it was still the coolest baseball experience I've ever had. Occasionally we'd see the rare Yankees fan walk by, one of which was brave enough to yell out "Go Yankees" and then proceeded to be booed by everyone in the vicinity for the rest of his walk into the park. Behind us was a 4 piece ragtime band which gave us some really cool soundtrack music to capture the mood of the pre-game. Last time we wandered past Fenway, we saw some Boston city police in kilts giving a bagpipe performance. There's something you don't see every day. We stayed there through the top of the first inning, about 20 giant LCD HDTVs on behind us inside the bar, and the actual game happening 100 feet in front of us. The lag time from the cameras gave us some suspense, as we could hear the roar of the crowd about 7 seconds before we'd actually see the excitement on the tvs. We hauled butt home as we noticed the monsoon rolling in, and made it back with only getting soaked through to the outer bones. It made me a little tired for my 6:30 wake up time for work, but it was well worth it. This is gonna be a fun 6 years!
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