St. Patrick’s Day In Beantown

March 18, 2009 at 3:27 PM (Happenings) (, , , )

This is my fourth year in Boston, yet I’ve never really celebrated St. Patrick’s Day here.  Okay, I’ve eaten my corned beef religiously, but aside from that, I don’t even know if I’ve so much as made a conscious effort to wear green.  Despite being Irish and all that, I guess I was never a fan of rambunctious celebrations, so I’ve opted out.  Realising that I may not enjoy the luxury of residing in Boston next year made me want to give it a go this year, though (that, and maybe the fact that I knew I didn’t have to wake up early this morning).  When the Substitute Roommate told me that she’d be celebrating at Faneuil Hall last night, I decided that I was determined to celebrate in Beantown Fashion this year.

The Substitute had early plans at Government Center, so she was on her way out when I was arriving from my last class of the day.  We chatted long enough for her to discover, courtesy of another reveler in the lobby, that the bar she was planning on visiting had a $20.00 cover charge.

Forget that.

She wasn’t going to change her dinner plans, but we were going to have to find another bar with no cover.  I went upstairs to our apartment to be greeted with the same news of the Black Rose’s cover charge, courtesy of My Damn Roommate.  Since she had just taken the last midterm of her undergraduate career, and she was determined to get out and see the light of bars and hear the sound of Top 40.  We had a mission.

Actually, My Damn Roommate had a mission.  I had to finish making my corned beef dinner (which was delicious.  Thanks for wondering).

About 45 minutes later, My Damn Roommate informed me that we’d be going to Joshua Tree.  I’d never been there, but it was free to enter, so I went along with it.  Unfortunately the Little Wanderer had to stay in to do some serious homework, but My Damn Roommate, the Substitute, another friend and I headed out to J-Tree.

Shortly after making our way into the bar, I quickly realised that I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.  My Damn Roommate went home early because she wasn’t feeling well, and suddenly I found myself surrounded with a bunch of the Substitute’s friends, none of whom I knew or could hear over the music and crowd noise.  Had we been around a dance floor, I would have been fine.  Had there been more people I knew, I would have been fine.  Had I at least been able to hear the Substitute, I would have been fine.  Unfortunately I wasn’t graced with any of those.  So what did I do?

I went home.  I wasn’t going to drop another $6.00 on a beer I could enjoy at home under cheaper and more enjoyable conditions.  Leaving Joshua Tree, I saw the T mock me as it passed by, so I decided to walk home, because I didn’t feel like standing in the cold for a half an hour.

When I got back, the Little Wanderer was still attacking her schoolwork.  I shared my J-Tree disappointment with her and treated myself to a Mexican chocolate bar (thank God for vacations).  We flirted with the idea of swimming the next morning, then laughed before I went to bed.

And that was my St. Patrick’s Day.

Today’s Tunes
“I Get a Kick Out Of You,” Frank Sinatra
“Tango Del Amor,” Tangos Eternos
“Slow New York,” Richard Julian
“Love Will Come Through,” Travis
“24,” Jem
“Despertar,” Aisha Duo
“Teach U a Lesson,” Robin Thicke
“The Dirty Jobs,” The Who
“Strawberry Fields Forever,” Across the Universe


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