from sammie to rome

spring break 2006, day 2

sometimes it frustrates me that this server lists the most recent posts first, and the earlier ones later. it almost seems kinda backwards. i understand WHY they did it like that, but still, it would be nice to have the option to have it there or not.

on the previous post, i left off with me stranded outside of an empty restaurant in downtown boston. if you're not caught up on that, please take the time to read "grounded, but not" below...

...finished. good. welcome back to the story...

allow me to start from the cab ride. sammie, whose real name i've actually forgotten, drove up in his bright yellow cab with a puzzling look. and justly so. the rent-a-car lots were mostly deserted and dim. few cars were even passing the streets. and by all odds, i probably should have been abducted by homosexual russians before even beginning to look for a taxi. but alas, sammie was cool about the whole thing. pulling up with hesitation, he saw me in a suit and strapbag and figured i was alright. then i hopped in and asked him to take me to the nearest grocery store. he looked at me like a dumbass.

i supposed i was one though.

to make up for lost time, i just gave him the damn address and asked him to stop at an ATM on the way, knowing full and well that an ATM wouldn't accept my broke checkcard. this was quickly proven true 20 minutes later. so we tried CVS, which DID take my debit purchases and gave me $35 cashback. so i did it a couple of times to have enough money for the night, not quite knowing what to pop up. and by pop up, i mean having the taxi driver drop me off at the correct address only for no one to be there. hence, i'm standing on the corner of a deserted street with a strapbag, a bottle of water, some skittles, and orbitz chewing gum from debit card purchases just to get me to this point.

after a minute of standing there, roughly 12:03, i see black people coming around the corner. a young couple looking around like their lost. i observe them for a minute and exercise my deductive reasoning skills. black people + black people + boston = more black people. "hi, i'm reggie. would you all happen to be looking for a party around here?"

yeah they were.

they had a few more directions than i did too. turns out the party was around the back of the building, through the back entrance, down a winding stone staircase, and over a golden bridge gaurded by a green, two-headed, troll in which you had to solve 3 riddles. figuratively speaking. i found brother foley almost instantly, and he proceeded to not only walk me in, but also equip me with two free drink tickets! yea for alchoholism!!

i got tipsy and had a good time. you see, southerners can dance how they want to up north, and they'll just think that they've been doing it wrong. the georgian is ALWAYS right on the dance floor. "what??! how you gonna tell ME how to do the laffy-fuckin-taffy! i'm from atlanta! i know dem damn franchise boys!! look, lean wit it, THEN rock wit it, y'see??!"

so, we ended the night well. had a good time. had some drinks. closed down shop. took a few people home. almost had a orgy with some brazilian girls. experimented with some acid. tarred-and-feathered a couple of free slaves. dressed up like native americans and threw some tea off a boat. you know. we were in boston. when in rome, you do as the romans do.

that was day 2.
don't look for days 3-7.