My friend and I ended up leaving earlier than originally planned, saying we would return that night if the game wasn’t cancelled. We had purchased our Sox tickets before we bought our plane tickets because what says Boston more than a night at Fenway with the Red Sox?**
The game was cancelled.
We drove to New York that evening in a rental car
instead of riding a bus there the next afternoon.
Boston, we’ll be back; that’s a promise.
You want to know about my trip to New York? Ask me about the 24 hours in which these three items were given to me. I ran into an old friend from high school at a club in NYC; I saw one of my all time favorite shows; and I randomly sat next to one of my heroes at that favorite show of mine.
New York is magical.
There is a word that speaks to the magical, other-worldly, human connectedness that happened to me in that brief amount of time… but I can’t think of it right now because I’m totally sleep deprived and on a train. Who can get shit done on a train?***
On to DC for a night, then on to North Carolina. My East Coast Tour of Graduation Celebration is only half over.
*in love with the city, mainly, but I was open to love in all it’s wild and crazy forms.
***You, maybe, but not me and this is my blog, so the answer is no one.