letters from boston

heard patty griffin as the plane closed in on boston. perfection. a little matthew jay as we were landing. "remember this feeling...", no doubt. surprisingly calm as i met the ringo at the airport. how a stranger can seem like a life-long friend is something i won't question and will just accept.

wasted a bunch of tokens. kicked myself for packing such a heavy suitcase. lugging said suitcase all about the town. did a little harvard square action. had some good will hunting moments. got yelled at by the scary homeless man i've heard of. walked around. the more i see, the more i feel like i'm living out some book i've read before. every time he points something out to me i remember reading him write about it over the past year and a half. it's crazy. several beers on an empty stomach, followed by some food started out the evening right. got a nice text from G that made me smile. gave kia a little scare. (sorry) hit a bar. drank a lot. like a lot. drunk dialed lisa. met some of his friends. stumbled off on my own. made some friends of my own. felt like i was in oz or something: the drag queen, the dude in the suit, and the angry lesbian. whatever, they bought me some drinks, i rolled with it. but they were nice. called it a night, or so i'm told. was a bit of a handful. got lost in some woods. got scolded by kia for acting up on my first night here. explained to her that she called that from the start and that was just my way of not letting her down. don't think she bought it.

today we did a lil' sight seeing action. saw the former real world residence. some schools, the capital building. got food on my new white shirt. remembered why i don't wear white. looked for a lost atm card. hung out a bit. then went to see matt nathanson. excellent. fell in love with him all over again. didn't hear "bent" the one and only song that ringo aka. "music master" knows. it's just my favorite song of his, but whatever i'm not bitter. curfew. drank some more beer at the show. wanted some pizza. found some pizza, and more beer. came back to his place. gave him all the gifts my manager sent me off with, as well as the ones i picked up. made plans for tomorrow, and called it a night. and used his computer to blog while rockin' out to the old nomad. thought a lot about my mom today. it was my dad's birthday and this day never is very easy for her.

tomorrow is pride. possibly some more alcohol. and meeting the famous girls i've heard so much about.