BOSTON
ok i'm doing 2 separate posts cos the 2 cities deserve independence.
boston wasn't my favourite city because basically, there isn't a hell of a lot to do in boston apart from drink and i wasn't intending to do that there. when i got there i met a drunk australian guy who then pulled another australian guy into the conversation and he ended up being an arrogant 'i'm here on business after just visiting my parents who currently live in europe' - so why are you in a hostel you tosser!! - kind of guy. he and the drunk guy clashed and thinly disguised insults were thrown but thankfully the arrogant one must get his beauty sleep and left. i stayed up for a while but when the boys started bagging out bon jovi i called it a night. bastards.
the next day i went to harvard square which is the home of... believe it or not... harvard university. i went in and the place was really pretty covered in snow (oh yeah did i mention it was snowing so much that by the time i walked 2 blocks i looked like a snowman?) so i went to harvard and used the bathroom purely so i can say... and whoever can tell me which movie this is from, cos i forget, gets something completely random and useless as a prize... "you went to harvard? me too!! yeah... i used the bathroom there once, it was real nice". then i went and saw phantom of the opera where i had to put up with the knowledge that 2 people were having sex in the back of the cinema, no joke. i could hear everything down to the undoing of the belt buckles. quite distracting i must say.
that night i went and had dinner by the harbour and ordered a lobster. i've only ever had lobster once and that was after my dad had prepared it and distracted the meat from the shell for me, and they were in half shells and only the tail too so i've never seen a whole lobster being eating before. before i realise what i've done and entire lobster is presented on a plate in front of me with a plastic bib and metal object that looks like a nut cracker. i looked at the lobster, the utensils, knew i was about to make a fool of myself in a restaurant/pub and remembered i'd seen something about lobster in my usa lonely planet guide. so what do i do? like the stupid tourist i am i get out the guide and read the instructions on how to eat a lobster before tackling it.
- use metal thingy (they didn't call it that) to crack open the claws and pry out the meat, dip the meat in the butter and eat.
- rip off legs and suck the meat out
- twist off the tail and remove meat in one piece.
so i did, and it was really good.
the hostel was right next door to a coyote ugly bar which i was thrilled about when i got there but on further inspection i realised 1. it was completely dead, 2. there was no dancing going on, 3. they actually had guys behind the bar... thats SO wrong!
so it sucked and i left.
bye bye boston and on to a 32 hour train trip to miami.. thats right 32 HOURS
boston wasn't my favourite city because basically, there isn't a hell of a lot to do in boston apart from drink and i wasn't intending to do that there. when i got there i met a drunk australian guy who then pulled another australian guy into the conversation and he ended up being an arrogant 'i'm here on business after just visiting my parents who currently live in europe' - so why are you in a hostel you tosser!! - kind of guy. he and the drunk guy clashed and thinly disguised insults were thrown but thankfully the arrogant one must get his beauty sleep and left. i stayed up for a while but when the boys started bagging out bon jovi i called it a night. bastards.
the next day i went to harvard square which is the home of... believe it or not... harvard university. i went in and the place was really pretty covered in snow (oh yeah did i mention it was snowing so much that by the time i walked 2 blocks i looked like a snowman?) so i went to harvard and used the bathroom purely so i can say... and whoever can tell me which movie this is from, cos i forget, gets something completely random and useless as a prize... "you went to harvard? me too!! yeah... i used the bathroom there once, it was real nice". then i went and saw phantom of the opera where i had to put up with the knowledge that 2 people were having sex in the back of the cinema, no joke. i could hear everything down to the undoing of the belt buckles. quite distracting i must say.
that night i went and had dinner by the harbour and ordered a lobster. i've only ever had lobster once and that was after my dad had prepared it and distracted the meat from the shell for me, and they were in half shells and only the tail too so i've never seen a whole lobster being eating before. before i realise what i've done and entire lobster is presented on a plate in front of me with a plastic bib and metal object that looks like a nut cracker. i looked at the lobster, the utensils, knew i was about to make a fool of myself in a restaurant/pub and remembered i'd seen something about lobster in my usa lonely planet guide. so what do i do? like the stupid tourist i am i get out the guide and read the instructions on how to eat a lobster before tackling it.
- use metal thingy (they didn't call it that) to crack open the claws and pry out the meat, dip the meat in the butter and eat.
- rip off legs and suck the meat out
- twist off the tail and remove meat in one piece.
so i did, and it was really good.
the hostel was right next door to a coyote ugly bar which i was thrilled about when i got there but on further inspection i realised 1. it was completely dead, 2. there was no dancing going on, 3. they actually had guys behind the bar... thats SO wrong!
so it sucked and i left.
bye bye boston and on to a 32 hour train trip to miami.. thats right 32 HOURS
posted by nat at 9:52 am
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