Walking Around, Looking Around
This morning, the wife and I went out to hit a really bitchin' deli we found the other day. Driving was necessary to get there, so we took a deep breath and got in the car. There's a couple of reasons why I am nervous about driving here. One is that the streets don't make any fucking sense whatsoever. They start out as a two lane, then merge down to one for about a block, then expand back to two. Half the streets are one way, and the other drivers on the road are all fucking crazy. Luckily I only almost killed us once. I'm not sure if this is something that I'll get used to, or if I just give up on driving all together. We'll see.
After we got back, I dropped the wife off so she could do some reading and I went down to the trains so I could check out Chinatown. I'm not sure if I just went the wrong way out of the station, but Chinatown kinda sucked. Nothing there really notable at all except for a really creepy looking porno store which I did not go inside. I kept walking and found a street called Newberry which was lined with shops and stores. What I want to know is, why is it when you have lived somewhere for a while, nobody asks you for directions, but when you are brand new to a place, everyone thinks you know what's going on? I was stopped by no fewer than five people while I was walking asking how to get somewhere or where the nearest station was. I guess I was doing a good job not looking like a tourist, which is kind of what I was going for. I walked and shopped for a while until I found my way to the Boston Public Library, which is the biggest library I've ever seen in real life. Across the way from the library was a little area with tents set up where a small farmers market was going on. I perused the tents, resisting the urge to buy a fresh pie or loaf of bread because I figure this sort of thing goes on all the time, I'm sure and I sure as hell didn't want to walk around with a pie in one hand. I found a really neat little wine store called Best Cellars and picked up a bottle for the wife and headed back home. The best thing is that I was outside walking around for at least four hours and never once broke a sweat. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get my ass handed to me come winter, but I'm going to brag about the summer while I can.
We're going to watch the Red Sox play this evening at a sports bar across the street from Fenway. The sports fan thing is very new to both the wife and myself, so it'll be interesting to see how well we do.
After we got back, I dropped the wife off so she could do some reading and I went down to the trains so I could check out Chinatown. I'm not sure if I just went the wrong way out of the station, but Chinatown kinda sucked. Nothing there really notable at all except for a really creepy looking porno store which I did not go inside. I kept walking and found a street called Newberry which was lined with shops and stores. What I want to know is, why is it when you have lived somewhere for a while, nobody asks you for directions, but when you are brand new to a place, everyone thinks you know what's going on? I was stopped by no fewer than five people while I was walking asking how to get somewhere or where the nearest station was. I guess I was doing a good job not looking like a tourist, which is kind of what I was going for. I walked and shopped for a while until I found my way to the Boston Public Library, which is the biggest library I've ever seen in real life. Across the way from the library was a little area with tents set up where a small farmers market was going on. I perused the tents, resisting the urge to buy a fresh pie or loaf of bread because I figure this sort of thing goes on all the time, I'm sure and I sure as hell didn't want to walk around with a pie in one hand. I found a really neat little wine store called Best Cellars and picked up a bottle for the wife and headed back home. The best thing is that I was outside walking around for at least four hours and never once broke a sweat. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get my ass handed to me come winter, but I'm going to brag about the summer while I can.
We're going to watch the Red Sox play this evening at a sports bar across the street from Fenway. The sports fan thing is very new to both the wife and myself, so it'll be interesting to see how well we do.
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