Last week I had the pleasure of traveling to Boston…again. I have really come to see the city has my home more and more, and while Charlotte is and will always be my Hometown, Boston may be my home. But anyways…Dad and I flew up on Wednesday to see a Sox game with Dan and Diesel. A fall trip to Boston for a Sox game has become somewhat of a ritual for my dad, and it’s nice that we get to continue that since Dan is a freshman and all. While the Sox may not be in the playoffs this year (still not mathematically eliminated yet though) Fenway is always a good time. Shootin’ the breeze, enjoying a few beers and a hot dog or two on a warm fall night…I love it. Seeing Dan was good too I’ll admit. I love listening to his adjustment to BC, and his experiences take me back to my own just 4 years ago. He is having difficulty figuring out how to get all of his reading done. I’m sure he’ll figure it out soon enough that you don’t actually do all of the reading! So this was day 1 of culture.
Thursday came early, and I had to make the trek from Revere where my dad’s hotel was all the way out to Chestnut Hill. A long journey, especially during rush hour traffic. But I would be rewarded with a beautiful New England day (although a bit warm). I spent several hours hanging around the Chocolate Bar, the Eagles Nest, and Campus Ministry…all of my favorite haunts! There were lots of good conversations with people I haven’t seen in a while, and its nice to see that even as time passes there is still much to talk about. I hit a point in the afternoon where I felt like it was time to head on. Being in the Eagle’s Nest for 4 hours is quite long enough. So I hopped the B-line down to Packard’s Corner where I would be spending the night on Mara’s couch. The cultural part of day 2 was coming. The two of us cooked dinner before heading downtown. Several months ago Mara had asked if I wanted to see Wicked. We both have a taste for musicals, and she knew that my answer would be yes…it would simply be a matter of finding a mutually convenient time to see it. We scooted down to the Opera House, and took our seats in the 4th row. I had left Mara to the seat purchasing, and she had decided it would be best to spring for the front…I mean, how often do you get to do that? Wicked was fantastic, as I had expected. I remember seeing it two years ago when it was in Boston, and I had a similar impression as I left this time. It is such a well done production that you leave the theater and simply want to see it again. That was day 2.
Friday. Woke up around 9:30 and made the brief walk to Dunkin for breakfast. I love Dunkin Donuts. It is a fantastic place full of deliciousness. After my standard egg and cheese on a wheat bagel with a hot black coffee I packed up my things from Mara’s place to make the trip back out to BC for a lunch date with Colleen. Spent several hours again in the Eagle’s Nest and again visited many more people from my BC life. One of my favorite things to do while at BC was to wander into Fr. Don’s office and simply sit on his couch. I didn’t even really need to have any reason for being there, but there would always be something going on with Padre. So I went down to his office and was put to work helping the SOA group with their t-shirts. About this time my mother showed up since after all this was parents’ weekend. She and Dan were on their way to visit Newton and his dorm room. I wasn’t going with him, because I had already seen it and who really goes to Newton?
Later that evening was the standard Pops on the Heights with the Boston Pops. (culture!) It was another good concert, but I don’t think it will ever be able to top sophomore year when John Williams conducted…you just really can’t do better than that. But we enjoyed ourselves. The woman who was the singer accompaniment in the second half was alright. But then she became great when she improved a love song to Boston. She invited suggestions from the audience as to what she should sing about. Eventually she noticed that the Chorale was trying to say something. She asked the rest of us to be quiet and the Chorale was able to get out “Mary Ann’s” as something she should sing about. And so the woman improved a love song to Mary Ann…she might have been the only one in Conte Forum who did not know that Mary Ann’s was the BC dive bar! We all had a good laugh, and I’m sure she did too once someone informed her of Mary Ann’s existence as BC’s watering hole.
Saturday was BC football. Tailgating was awesome! As it usually is. And that’s all I’m going to say about Saturday…
And Sunday I came home…back to my life in Charlotte as a student and employee of the YMCA.