Taking a break from extrapolating Porter’s Five Forces for the surf paper and thinking about what transpired yesterday…
Went to Boston, as I had decided. Got to Boston, wasn’t quite sure where to go. Hopped on the red line with intentions of getting off at the green line, to “see what I could come up with”. Saw everyone decked out in Sox gear, so I decided to get out at Kenmore to people-watch and possibly get a game-tailgate kind of dinner… like beer and italian sausage. Awesome.
Got to Fenway, and it was just a zoo. Happened to pass a window that showed all ticket sales, and the game still had single and obstructed view seats, so I got in line. Bought one ticket, in the grandstand, behind home plate for $50. Treated myself to a Sox shirt and an amazing Fenway Frank with onions and mustard. Watched a great game; Sox won 12-4 against Tampa Bay. Hurried out of there back onto the T and crammed in with all of humanity; got back to South Station just in time to board a train home to Providence.
Got to the Providence Amtrak, called Mark to see if he could give me bus times. He was at RiRa with Rachelle and friends, so he invited me to come and they would drive me home. Walked to RiRa, met up with Mark, got a beer, had a great time dancing. Got picked up by a swinger couple shopping for girls for their friend (presumably to close a foursome?) but told them thanks, I had a boyfriend. Got a ride home, back in the apartment by 2:30. All in all, a fantastic (and very random) sequence of events.
On a separate and unrelated note, I haven’t really mentioned this lately, but something is going really, really well in my life right now… so much so that I don’t even really want to share it yet… I’m afraid that I might jinx it. So I’ll just say… he’s really sweet.
And with that, back to Porter.
~J.
