i’ve only got about an hour left as an allstonian…
my shit is in storage, my bed is dismantled…my crap is hauled down the the dumpster…my clothes are packed up for the next two weeks. and i’m going to be truckin’ to BC every day from meffid. ::le sigh:: but allston…fuckin’ allston rock city…i’m gonna miss it something fierce, ya know. end of a motherfuckin’ era. f’real.
if i think back on all the things that went down in good ol’ #33…it’s been a trip, yo. there was the move-in of epic proportions. the drunken gathering in my non-furnished living room. the acquisition of the futon. the movie nights with scooter, the frolicking and booty-bouncing with jetta. the video games and projector movies with the boys. the various smoochings and whatnot that i managed to rack up over the course of the year. the boozin’ it up. the visit from the gravy. the visit from the jetta. drunk dialing chinese restaurants & mr. butch. BSC around the corner, the fuckin’ B-train, the BU crazies…crawlin’ home from the common ground post-love night…
::sigh::
yep yep…i’m gonna miss it here.
so after all the hellishness of packing and hauling was done, i was just waiting for my ride to meffid and such, and so i crawled out onto the fire escape and just c h i l l a x e d…
the sun was settin’ and there was a cool breeze (which was so nice after the completely unfuckable weather we’d been having) and a sense of calm in the air. so nice. i just sat there, lookin’ over the skyline and thinkin’ about how much i’d miss the place when i left.
i wish i had’ve made use of that fire escape sooner. it was hella relaxing.
::le sigh::
yeah…i’m totally gonna miss it there.
