mike in progress

Anyone that’s been talking to me since I’ve moved to Boston has probably heard all about how much I love the T.  The T is pretty much Boston’s version of the NYC Subway System.  The awesome part about it is how easy it is to figure out.  I’ve lived right next to NYC for most of my life, and I never bothered to learn the subway system.  But here, in just a few days with extensive consulting of the subway map, I can get to anywhere I need to go.  The only thing I am not too confident about is what things are close to what stops.

Anyhow, I am growing to not like the green line.  In fact, on my way to Cambridge today, I took the Red Line instead and walked a few blocks instead of riding the T all of the way to Lechmere.  However, since it started raining, I decided on the lesser of two evils and took the Green Line back to Copley.  And on this ride of rides, I had two lovely occurrences happen.  First, I had the pleasure of a homeless woman sit next to me.  How could I tell?  Her shabby dirty looking clothes.  Oh, and because she smelled horrid.  After that, the train or tram or whatever you want to call it, got rather crowded.  And a rather large girl was standing really close to me.  When I say really, I mean really.  Really as in she was pretty much straddling one of my legs.  It was awkward.  Not awkward turtle, not awkward moose, but awkward dolphin.  That was how awkward it was.

Anyhow, it is time for me to end this post.  Marcus moves in tomorrow.  I think I’m going to try to not be here so I dont have to carry anything.  I think I shall update this tomorrow and start talking about some of the restaurants I’ve been dining at around here in my refusal to cook. Which is another story.  I have enough china and silverware to have eight dine in comfort.  I have more kitchen appliances than Martha Stewart.  But I don’t own a single pot or a pan.  Well that’s not completely true, I own a cast iron pan.  And it is glorious.

Adam on Matt’s girlfriend:

“It looks like she’s still evolving.”

(He’s saying she’s ugly.  Either that or the physical qualities of a neanderthal.)

So I had a good day in Boston. I moved the first carload of stuff to my new apartment. I have to say that I am loving the location. I have three restaurants in the ground floor of my building, all good ones, there’s a Morton’s across the street, and numerous other eateries abound.

On another note, I read the most interesting quote on pacifism. It pretty much said although war is ugly, there are many things that are uglier. And that the most frightening prospect of all was a world where there wasn’t anything worth fighting for.

Side note: I talked to a pretty neat girl.

Sunday is your last chance to see me.  I will be working from 11 until 6.  Monday I leave for good!

I have one week left till I move.  I’ve got a bunch of stuff packed, most of the stuff in my closet and my on my personal bookshelf.  Thursday is phase one.  I’m taking up a carload.   I might even be spending the night there.  I’m excited to go.  It’s a great opportunity for me, and I’m not going to let it go to waste.

I dreamt that I ran half a Marathon last night.  I KNOW!  I can run, I just hate it.  And I did 13 miles.  Which is not a short distance!

So as time marches on, and spring approaches, my time in Connecticut is quickly coming to an end. Next week is my last at work, and the week after I will be spending moving. It’s creeping up, and even though it is all very real, it still has an air of unreality to it. It also makes me think about everything that’s happened to me since I came here.

So I thought I would recap everything that’s happened to me here.

I arrived late in summer of 2006, fresh out of college, and fresh out of most of a summer spent in a drunken stupor in Buffalo, NY.  I started work with a defense contractor.  I started dating this med student named Ashley.  She was cute, smart, and fun.  One problem, ego clash like whoa.   So that ended.  Work continued, and as time passed, it was getting less and less cool.  I realized more and more what a twit one of my bosses was.  Come March 2007, I was pretty fed up with my job.  I quit and soon started to work where I do now.  I got a promotion in September, and got to spend two weeks in California.

The holidays passed and then I met Elizabeth.  And that’s over.  And here I am, moving to Boston.

I fear that I will pick up a Boston accent while living in Boston.

We met as soul mates
On parris island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives
We came in spastic
Like tameless horses
We left in plastic
As numbered corpses
And we learned fast
To travel light
Our arms were heavy
But our bellies were tight
We had no home front
We had no soft soap
They sent us playboy
They gave us bob hope
We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And prayed to jesus christ
With all our might
We had no cameras
To shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe
And played our doors tapes
And it was dark
So dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers wed write
And we would all go down together
We said wed all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Remember charlie
Remember baker
They left their childhood
On every acre
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didnt matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On parris island
We held the coastline
They held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said wed all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

Yesterday, I was napping in my apartment, when Jared texts me to suit up and meet him at a local restaurant.  I do, and another friend, Chuck, meets us there as well.  That was just the beginning of the night.  It ended up being quite legendary.  And to be sure, I paid the price for it in the morning when I had to wake up to get to work.