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Boston in College

During my freshman year of college I went to Boston with a tour bus full of people from my college. Our original plan was Boston and Salem. Salem didn’t work out because our bus broke down and we had to change buses in the middle of nowhere. My suitcase was broken in this process. When we finally got to Boston it was already dark. We were staying in the outskirts of Boston in Somerville. It was St. Patrick’s Day weekend, which we found out is a big deal in Boston.

My friends drank, danced, and laughed for hours in the hotel room while I watched in amusement. We were warned that the subway shuts down at midnight which we thought was beyond stupid. A small group of us headed out to Quincy Market. On the platform my friends sang and danced on the benches, while I made sure they didn’t end up in the tracks. When we finally got out of the subway my friend Kathleen went into oncoming traffic and almost got hit by a car, but I pulled her back at the last second. The funny thing is that it happened right by the Boston Massacre site.

When we got to Quincy Market Michael left us to catch up with his friends. The girls and I checked out the Cheers gift shop and whatever else was open. We posed with some guys dressed as leprechauns. Molly’s friend joined us. Kathleen and I were standing in the middle of the market (it’s a round open area) when a guy came over to us and hugged us while saying beam me up Scotty. His wife wasn’t too happy with him. Once we left the market it was crazy. Everyone was drunk! One of my friends was running around looking for her glove while the other was making out with random guys. I eventually got us to a 7-11 to pump food into them. Then I dragged them back on the subway to our hotel. There was no way in hell I was missing the last train before midnight. Our friends wound up missing the last train and had a horrible expensive time getting back. Once back in our hotel room a group of drunk guys tried to get into our room, but I wouldn’t let them. They gave up once they realized I was sober.

The next day we all woke up early and went to the St. Patrick’s Day Parade. It was fun and strange at the same time. Lots of weird floats. Afterwards we met up with Molly’s friends who dragged us around for what seemed like hours. Kathleen and I had enough. We were starving, freezing, and tired. We broke away and walked in search of food, comfort, and warmth. We found a Borders. The people at the Borders cafe felt so bad for us. They picked out the biggest m&m Rice Krispie treats and poured lots of whipped cream and chocolate sauce in our hot chocolates. We could have kissed them. We went back to the same 7-11 we were in the night before. We then met up with our group and did the Freedom Trail. We didn’t do Bunker Hill though. We ended at the Old North Church. We took Hanover St. Back down to Quincy Market. All the pastry places looked so good! A bunch of us decided to eat in a seafood place by Quincy Market. I got Mac n cheese. It wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t enough food. Back to our 7-11 and then we headed back to our hotel. Kathleen, Molly, and I rented the movie Bobby.

The next day Kathleen and I took the bus to Cambridge. We walked around for a while using my guidebook. My guidebook said we could go into this old building so we did. We wound up getting yelled at because it was the President’s office and is closed to the public. Stupid guide book. After that we opted for a Harvard history tour. We had a student show us around campus and tell us the history of all the buildings. She did the whole pahk yah cah at hahvad yahd bit. We met up with the whole group for dinner at Uno’s.

The bus ride home was a mixture of sleeping and karaoke. I think we also watched the Simpsons at one point. The trip was short, but fun.

Our karaoke videos (that’s not me singing):

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