The moment I knew I was falling in love with this city was the day that my friend Curtis had come up from Atlanta and we were taking the Ferry boat to P-town. As the boat pulled away I looked at my city, with the sun shining down and the wind in my hair and just knew, this is the place I will now call home. It was the most gorgeous weather that I have seen since being here and it is the day that I keep fresh in my mind throughout the groggy winter. The summer months here in MA are what help tide you over. They make it all worth while. Just give it one summer in Muggy Ol' Charlotte to know that breezy days are worth fighting for.
Just a few other things that have helped me to become accustomed to this wonderful (still) "new" town of mine...
Sunday Brunch at Stella in "SOWA" - Even if it is just to make fun of the ridiculous looking gays - but also a great way to have a place to wear a cute outfit, especially if you didn't get a chance the night before because instead of every other weekend you used your better judgement and stayed home!
Walking around South End/Back Bay - If the weather is nice then the attractive people are out and about. Don't be fooled, Boston is no New York, so...NO CRUISING ALLOWED!
When the weather is warm one of my favorite spots is by all means Newbury Street. Today we talked about whether or not the fashionable people are really fashion conscious or just living out loud. I think it is interesting either way to see what people's take on a designer's runway intent has to offer. You can learn a lot from the people on Newbury. Also, last year while walking down Newbury I was lucky enough to see a guy getting arrested. His car was pulled over by two police officers. They had him cuffed and were pulling a variety of goods out of his car and putting them on the roof. One bag of white powder. One Bag of Grass. Two small vials of God-only-knows-what and a syringe. You would NEVER see this up close in CHARLOTTE, ESPECIALLY not at SOUTHPARK MALL! NEVER!
Duck Tours - The "ConDUCKtors" (Guides) are goofy as hell but it makes for a memorable historic tour. Not to pricey at $30 a ticket considering how much history and site seeing is crammed into one hour and a half. Its a helluva lot better than some fat dude in a grey wig talking all Quaker colonial on a mother-fckr, right? Plus, as an added bonus you get to SIT the ENTIRE TIME!
My Shady Parking Lot - I mean, I know that I don't own the lot or anything, but I do feel so inclined to call it my own, given that I park there every time I go into the city (along with everything else that has happened in that lot).
Fritz is my favorite bar to have a beer and relax. Although I still look more dressed up than the typical patrons I am at my lowest of keys. Fritz is where I taught myself how to watch baseball and basketball. When you are new in a city for some reason no one talks to you. In Charlotte I used to think it was because I was promiscuous and disrespectful but who knew...they thought I was just visiting!?!? Nonetheless, GO SOX, GO CELTS!
One Night I had decided to grab a beer by lonesome. It was one of those nights I was tired of catering to Steve's list of demands and had decided that no friend was better than shit friend. When I got to the bar I sat on a stool all alone. The bartender started a conversation with me. Where from, what do you do and so forth. He was nice, even though he said that he had never seen me in the bar before. I let him know that it was one of the only bars in Boston that I frequented and had been doing so for nearly a year. Time passed while I sat and we intermixed conversation with him doing his job and serving the other patrons. I finished my beer and had planned on only having one, as money was tight and I was driving home. He slipped me a beer, gave a nod and a wink, and it made me feel special that the bartender was hooking me up. We said our goodbyes, he was sad to see me go. Not sure if the plan had been to get me drunk enough to take me home by the end of his shift, but I was sure as shit not ready to wait and find out. On the way back to my car (in my shady parking lot) I passed a group of three gay dudes that were being loud with laughter and just having a good time. They passed a homeless woman that asked them for a cigarette and the man gave her the one that he had just lit for himself. His friends cheered cause they wanted him to quit anyway and the homeless lady thanked him endlessly. They hooted and hollered, and the lady acted crazy. This made me laugh and was another notch in my belt of loving this gosh-darned city of Boston.
I have plenty more where these came from. Tales of being romanced by this wonderful town, but I will save them for later since this is the year that I have committed to showing my friend Mikey how to really LIVE in BOSTON and begin to call it home.
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