Boston?

[vicarz]

So I tried. I ate too much free food during the day, and got roped into going out to dinner with my coworkers, again. I just had iced-tea, and got even more tired of the "look at them titties" and "here's how you get 'er" dialoge. Podgey gray-haired men's opinions on young females do not amuse me, no matter how many times they say the same tired derogatory comments. I left them while they watched a terribly dull mohawked street magician.

I rode the subway, which is as clear as our metro, and found Harvard Square. The place was kinda neat - wish I was hungry for there was two of everything there. Wish I cared about anime shopping, ditto, cds, ditto. If I was shopping for anything, it was there. There were also bums, freaks, yelling frat boys, hippies, and all sorts of eye distractions. I wonder if it was actually different than g'town, if I ever went there? Eh - I went out by myself and tried to make a night of it. It was interesting to watch, but I'm not sure I enjoyed myself. I'm beginning to think I like activities not for the activities themselves so much as to have something to talk about with friends while doing them.

On the way back to the hotel I passed the astro-turf soccer field. I did a few diving rolls for the hell of it, and decided to see if I could still do hand stands. I have the strength, but not the balance - I flop over the way I came or overshoot and have to roll out of it. Still, something felt good about doing handstands and rolly things in the dark.

Comments

[anarcha.livejournal.com]

Funny thing -- the reason I decided to go to HLS was that it was so much like Georgetown U, which I loved.

Not sure whether this reflects poorly on me or not. I'm glad you got to check it out, though.

It's really too bad Manray's not in existence anymore (Cambridge goth/fetish/gay club -- about as legendary as Tracks).

[alumiere.livejournal.com]

the funny thing is that i can picture you doing handstands etc in the middle of a field...

[kelowna.livejournal.com]

Keeeeeeeeeeen.

My friend did something similiar the other day when we went for a run in the park across the street from my loft. It was almost nighttime and as we came around a bend to a stretch of open grass, away from trees, she remarked about loving cartwheels. I encouraged her to do one and she wasn't too bad at all at it! I would have done the same, except, you know, broken wrist + cartwheels don't work well together.

Handstands Uber Alles!