Arrival

so instead of going straight to boston from wisconsin, I went to visit Nicole in New York. it was lovely as always to see her but it allowed me an evening to freak out about moving to the big city without a job or an apartment. I slept poorly and woke up Monday morning feeling grim. everything bothered me about the world we live in, including:
-construction
-cell phones
-fashion
-my parents
-coffee
-sunshine

I left new york at 2:00 and stopped by my mom's house in western massachusetts. within 5 minutes I was asleep on the couch, tuckered out like a little boy who has one too many adventures.

I woke up refreshed and ready to rock the casbah. unfortunately my boston tourguide alli had been drinking champagne all day while watching the Marathon and was 5 minutes from passing out when I arrived at her place at 9:30. so when her roommate tiffany, who I had never met before, asked if I wanted to go out for beer, I was game. the night started moving quickly, but I do recall:
-conversations about Nalgene bottles, regurgitation and Sheboygan
-doing shots with a burly Russian named Sergei
-witnessing a true Boston Irish streetfight
-getting locked out on alli's porch and breaking a glass climbing in through the window
I also suspect I lied about my age at some point but I can't figure out when or why I did that. In fact, Figuring Things Out is today's theme. My head hurts.