Mation
real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold
Well I've perked up a bit after being such a moaning misery-guts over in shagging and diseases and have managed to leave the house, despite the weather's best efforts to prevent me. It has been raining like a bastard for the last 9 nine days.
Found a local bar on Saturday night where I sat on my own for a bit listening to 80s rawk and hip-hop and reading Piers Morgan's diaries until I noticed 3 young Americans giggling and apologizing to me for using such filthy language within my earshot. I hadn't noticed them saying anything, but took the opportunity to introduce myself to some clean-living college boys. Two students of criminal law and one hip-hop producer who was heroically drunk.
They told me all about how they used to take ketamine in church even though they believe in god 'n' all
, were keen to know what 'cracking one off' meant (they brought it up!) and practised their English accents on me. Ooh and they (all white) warned me not to go to South Boston as while Boston is apparently becoming less racially segregated in some areas (like Brighton/Allston, where I'm staying), not so down there and they didn't think I'd be safe. Happy to take their advice at the moment.
Tried to go leaf-peeping yesterday. Got up very early for a pick-up from a hotel in town. Despite assurances from the concierge that the Fall Foliage Spectacular bus wouldn't arrive for ages and that he'd tell them to wait while I went to the loo if they were early, I got left behind. After calling me a liar and telling me he wasn't deaf and that I'd definitely said I was going on some shopping trip I hadn't heard of, he called the company and asked them to come back, only to be told that 'someone' had phoned them and cancelled my booking and that the tour was over-subscribed and I could just sod off really. (He put me on the phone so they could tell me themselves.)
I jumped in a cab and went to the tour offices, to find a line of people waiting for the bus which hadn't yet arrived and was still doing the rounds of hotels - so I joined it and got the last seat on the bus. No problem with my booking as far as they were concerned! And there was no-one behind me in the queue - it was just exactly full....
Sat next to a lovely, black (it's relevant!) woman from Texas who'd just moved to Boston and was being a tourist for a bit...
We decided to find the tour funny. It rained all the way, the leaves hadn't really turned much, we couldn't stop anywhere as it was too wet, the driver and tour guide spent the whole trip telling us he wished he'd stayed in bed and that he should have stayed retired instead of coming back to tourism after 10 years, and talking on his mobile phone as he sped down the fast lane of the motorway with one windscreen-wiper broken and looking almost anywhere but the road. I had a good view of the windscreen as I was in the front row of seats.
At lunch, Regina and I sat with a Scottish couple and were asked by the rather dotty woman whether we were sisters or just friends... "Er, we just met on the bus." ''Oh! Do you sing?" "No - I'm a neuroscientist".
Still! At least I went off for a 3-hour whale watching tour this morning. At least, I got to the harbour but despite this being the first warm and sunny day for ages, the trip was cancelled due to gale force winds that have now arrived and are trying to re-arrange the park outside my window.

(I did manage a quick trip round the harbour on another boat but even then the plastic chairs started to blow off deck!)
And I'm going to hook up with Regina again, possibly to go hiking in the White Mountains.
And I got Stobes a fridge-magnet.

Found a local bar on Saturday night where I sat on my own for a bit listening to 80s rawk and hip-hop and reading Piers Morgan's diaries until I noticed 3 young Americans giggling and apologizing to me for using such filthy language within my earshot. I hadn't noticed them saying anything, but took the opportunity to introduce myself to some clean-living college boys. Two students of criminal law and one hip-hop producer who was heroically drunk.
They told me all about how they used to take ketamine in church even though they believe in god 'n' all
, were keen to know what 'cracking one off' meant (they brought it up!) and practised their English accents on me. Ooh and they (all white) warned me not to go to South Boston as while Boston is apparently becoming less racially segregated in some areas (like Brighton/Allston, where I'm staying), not so down there and they didn't think I'd be safe. Happy to take their advice at the moment.
Tried to go leaf-peeping yesterday. Got up very early for a pick-up from a hotel in town. Despite assurances from the concierge that the Fall Foliage Spectacular bus wouldn't arrive for ages and that he'd tell them to wait while I went to the loo if they were early, I got left behind. After calling me a liar and telling me he wasn't deaf and that I'd definitely said I was going on some shopping trip I hadn't heard of, he called the company and asked them to come back, only to be told that 'someone' had phoned them and cancelled my booking and that the tour was over-subscribed and I could just sod off really. (He put me on the phone so they could tell me themselves.)
I jumped in a cab and went to the tour offices, to find a line of people waiting for the bus which hadn't yet arrived and was still doing the rounds of hotels - so I joined it and got the last seat on the bus. No problem with my booking as far as they were concerned! And there was no-one behind me in the queue - it was just exactly full....
Sat next to a lovely, black (it's relevant!) woman from Texas who'd just moved to Boston and was being a tourist for a bit...
We decided to find the tour funny. It rained all the way, the leaves hadn't really turned much, we couldn't stop anywhere as it was too wet, the driver and tour guide spent the whole trip telling us he wished he'd stayed in bed and that he should have stayed retired instead of coming back to tourism after 10 years, and talking on his mobile phone as he sped down the fast lane of the motorway with one windscreen-wiper broken and looking almost anywhere but the road. I had a good view of the windscreen as I was in the front row of seats.
At lunch, Regina and I sat with a Scottish couple and were asked by the rather dotty woman whether we were sisters or just friends... "Er, we just met on the bus." ''Oh! Do you sing?" "No - I'm a neuroscientist".
Still! At least I went off for a 3-hour whale watching tour this morning. At least, I got to the harbour but despite this being the first warm and sunny day for ages, the trip was cancelled due to gale force winds that have now arrived and are trying to re-arrange the park outside my window.

(I did manage a quick trip round the harbour on another boat but even then the plastic chairs started to blow off deck!)
And I'm going to hook up with Regina again, possibly to go hiking in the White Mountains.
And I got Stobes a fridge-magnet.





