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teinedreugan after a few hours' sleep, stop off at the Coop and pick up a book to kill time with, dither over breakfast, and walk down to Kenmore from Kendall to meet yehoshua at Gate B at Fenway. Afterwards, to get up to Boston Garden and join the ritual, possibly with keshwyn if she was interested. Then hook up with teinedreugan and go home, unless I was too fried for that and caught the train instead.
This would have worked better if I'd managed the sleeping beforehand part. The plan was foiled more dramatically within ten minutes of hitting Cambridge; the Coop was closed. Mutter, grumble. Hokay; I snagged the T to Downtown Crossing and prowled in Borders for a bit. Picked up a couple of books, then went and got a bagel and some peculiar tea. Ate bagel, drank tea, read Not Exactly the Three Musketeers. I haven't read any fiction in ages. Deeply weird.
Caught the T to Kenmore, proceeded to try to get to Gate B by going the wrong way around the park. The stupidity of this (because essentially the entire way along the road past Gate A is security blocked) was compounded by the fact that I had to fight traffic flow massively upstream and go all the way 'round the other way. I ogled the Ted Williams statue and eventuallyyehoshua found me, and we went in.
The game . . . hmm. Arroyo was a little shaky in a couple of places but he settled down. The defense behind him also shaky but settled down. The overshift actually produced an out for once. Good to have a come-from-behind win. And as always tremendous fun to be in the classy bleacher section, where crowd-rousers get shouted down with, "Nope! No waves here! This section doesn't do the wave!"
keshwyn called; we made vague arrangements to meet at Arlington. I left Fenway with a warm fuzzy feeling and a sunburn. (Nose and tops of forearms.) Eventually managed to get to the T, though not without seeing a couple of the marathon leaders lope through Kenmore and past the "one mile left" signs.
Got to Boston Garden, figured out where the Hellenic ritual was likely to be. Eventually hooked up withkeshwyn, who promptly slapped an ivy garland on top of my head. We wandered off towards the relevant statue and sighted other people with garlands, who seemed plausible for the Hellenics. Joined in the festivities, pouring libations for my own participation and for erispope, who'd asked me to. Then we broke and milled around for a while in search of ice cream and wound up in Harvard Square, where I got a milkshake.
People wandered their separate ways;keshwyn and I went up to Pandemonium. I picked up the main Exalted book so I could give jikharra his copy back without any regrets or second thoughts. ;) teinedreugan called, and I made plans to meet him back at the office. Wander wander wander, yell at traffic, meet up, go home -- take nap.
Such was my day. My wrists hurt. I go bed.
Addendum:keshwyn: It's spelt χαιρε with plural χαιρετε.
teinedreugan after a few hours' sleep, stop off at the Coop and pick up a book to kill time with, dither over breakfast, and walk down to Kenmore from Kendall to meet yehoshua at Gate B at Fenway. Afterwards, to get up to Boston Garden and join the ritual, possibly with keshwyn if she was interested. Then hook up with teinedreugan and go home, unless I was too fried for that and caught the train instead.This would have worked better if I'd managed the sleeping beforehand part. The plan was foiled more dramatically within ten minutes of hitting Cambridge; the Coop was closed. Mutter, grumble. Hokay; I snagged the T to Downtown Crossing and prowled in Borders for a bit. Picked up a couple of books, then went and got a bagel and some peculiar tea. Ate bagel, drank tea, read Not Exactly the Three Musketeers. I haven't read any fiction in ages. Deeply weird.
Caught the T to Kenmore, proceeded to try to get to Gate B by going the wrong way around the park. The stupidity of this (because essentially the entire way along the road past Gate A is security blocked) was compounded by the fact that I had to fight traffic flow massively upstream and go all the way 'round the other way. I ogled the Ted Williams statue and eventually
yehoshua found me, and we went in.The game . . . hmm. Arroyo was a little shaky in a couple of places but he settled down. The defense behind him also shaky but settled down. The overshift actually produced an out for once. Good to have a come-from-behind win. And as always tremendous fun to be in the classy bleacher section, where crowd-rousers get shouted down with, "Nope! No waves here! This section doesn't do the wave!"
keshwyn called; we made vague arrangements to meet at Arlington. I left Fenway with a warm fuzzy feeling and a sunburn. (Nose and tops of forearms.) Eventually managed to get to the T, though not without seeing a couple of the marathon leaders lope through Kenmore and past the "one mile left" signs.Got to Boston Garden, figured out where the Hellenic ritual was likely to be. Eventually hooked up with
keshwyn, who promptly slapped an ivy garland on top of my head. We wandered off towards the relevant statue and sighted other people with garlands, who seemed plausible for the Hellenics. Joined in the festivities, pouring libations for my own participation and for erispope, who'd asked me to. Then we broke and milled around for a while in search of ice cream and wound up in Harvard Square, where I got a milkshake.People wandered their separate ways;
keshwyn and I went up to Pandemonium. I picked up the main Exalted book so I could give jikharra his copy back without any regrets or second thoughts. ;) teinedreugan called, and I made plans to meet him back at the office. Wander wander wander, yell at traffic, meet up, go home -- take nap.Such was my day. My wrists hurt. I go bed.
Addendum:
keshwyn: It's spelt χαιρε with plural χαιρετε.