Never drive into Boston right after the Red Sox finish a game.
Sarah and I were finally able to sell our old laptop to a gentleman who donates computers to women in Thailand to give them a trade (rather than sex-trafficking). He lives in "Back Bay," and gave us directions to his place - specifically warning us to steer clear of Fenway Park since they were playing a game against the much-hated Yankees. Of course, we took a wrong turn and found ourselves nestled up against crowds of drunk Red Sox fans and behind an unending snake of brake lights. We finally broke free and moseyed toward our destination.
Upon arrival at this gentleman's apartment, we showed him the laptop - which he raved about - but stated that if the internet didn't work it would be useless to him. The internet didn't work. We clicked and rebooted and sighed and clicked some more. Finally it connected, we collected our $200, and climbed hesitantly back behind the wheel to find our next destination: the Do Make Say Think show across the river in Cambridge. Again, we got lost a few more times. When we eventually arrived at the Middle East Downstairs, we were crabby and tense. Since we were ninety minutes early, we went to a nearby restaurant and relaxed and shared many good laughs about our evening.We returned to the Middle East in time to see Do Make Say Think triumph the stage with all twelve of their bodies. If you have never seen/heard this seminal independent band, that needs to change. Go here.
To sum up: never drive in Boston. Period. 
2 comments:
What a debacle. I feel the same way about Seattle. I'm sure you'd get used it, but until that point, it feels as though you are being dangled over sheol. I'm glad that you were able to laugh about it later!
Getting lost is like getting a free tour of Boston... No need to get on a cute little trolly and roll around town listening to an man with a thick Boston accent tell you all about how they hauled in dirt to make all of downtown and point to the Cheers pub... no need now
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