Sometimes you’ve just got to get up and do it. We were both really tired from our party the night before, but we knew we had to go to Boston.

Pat and I hopped on a Greyhound up to Boston yesterday afternoon and made it there right at sunset. Just out of the bus terminal we pulled on our rollerblades, ready to conquer the city in one night.

We started our tour at “The Real World Boston” house. I got my picture taken in front of it. I am such a tourist. Then we shot around that neighborhood. I can’t;remember the name of it, but that neighborhood rocks. It is kind of like the French Quarter of New Orleans crossed with the Upper Westside of New York: brownstones perfectly aligned along quaint, cozy streets. I wanted so bad to live in one of these places. I am telling you, this place was so romantic…

We went all over that city at least twice. Honestly, we did about twenty miles of skating before dawn. I can see why Bostonians don’t care for New York. Boston is so clean and classic, rich with history and beauty.

We went by Fenway Park to catch a glimpse of “The Green Monster,” recently made more famous by the Visa commercial. Next to the park is the strip with all the clubs. Pat and I had a good time hanging out with the college kids that had flooded the street for a night around town.

By four in the morning, we stopped to rest in the park. I laid down and closed my eyes. It was getting really chilly, so I pulled a big magazine over me to sleep. I was startled by this loud crash. Apparently some stoners had knocked over the trash to get a Coke can to use as a pipe. Pat told me later that a rat ran straight towards my head until I shook. Yuck!

Our bus wasn’t going to leave for another hour, so we settled in a diner to eat. It was such a cool little joint, the neon lights casting a warm red glow on everyone, the Chili Peppers spilling from the speakers, the cute hipster waitresses plating waffles and eggs. Looking out the window, I coveted the Harley Davidson that reflected the pulsing light from the sign. Man, I’ve got to get a bike.

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SUNDAY AFTERNOON
Meredith and I joined the Franciscans and some kids from the S. Bronx for the Georgia Tech/Syracuse football game at Meadowlands Stadium (where the Giants play.) Meredith and I had fun teaching our Yankee friends all the Tech cheers. It was a surreal experience, surrounded by Tech students not far from my home in New York.

We won.

So I am back at my apartment for the night. I am going to go to bed before I fall asleep on my laptop. I mean, I could drool and short out my computer.