I did my photo project today. I had to take pictures of an "interesting" building from different perspectives. So I went to Boston with Sachi to take pretty pictures of Trinity Church and skip around with sunshine and bunnies and happy little rainbows.
Not so much.
First off, it snowed. Which, yeah, I know isn't unusual for New England. But we had really nice weather the day before, and on the *one* day I have to do my project (I'm only allowed to borrow the school camera for one weekend, 36 pictures all crammed in) it snows. And that would have been ok, even pretty, but when I actually get to the church? It starts raining. Ugly, lens-wetting, rain.
And then, Sachi and I crossed a street. For anyone else, this would be perfectly normal and safe. But I guess this blog is proof that I'm not anyone else. I oh so nicely applaud Sachi for actually walking when the light was red (which she had flat out refused to do until then) and she pushed me into oncoming traffic and hijacked a nearby truck and ran me over!
Ok, no, not really. But she did give me a little shove, and I guess it was just bad timing or something, because I fell. Like, down on the ground and in pain. In the middle of the street. In Boston. I couldn't really walk so I had to stumble/shuffle over to the curb and sat there on the wet sidewalk for a few minutes. And the really sad thing? Nobody around me (except Sachi of course) even stopped to ask if I was ok. And I knew they saw me, I made eye contact with a few people! I guess it's true what they say about unfriendly New Englanders.
So my jeans were kind of muddy, but I got up and Sachi and I went to Au Bon Pain for lunch. Bad luck over and done with, right?
Wrong.
I don't know if you've ever been to Au Bon Pain, but it's one of those places where you get all your food, drinks, etc. on your own, then go up to the cash register to pay for all of it. And this particular one had two cash registers in the middle and two off to the side. I walked straight to the ones in the middle, realized there wasn't anybody at them, and turned around a few times looking for some cashier. That's when I hear Sachi going "Helen? Helen, over *here*!" And I turn, and of course, there's another two registers, both with people at them. So I awkwardly shuffle over and pay for my food. With the cute cashier laughing at me.
And the super sad thing? Those are only the main awkward moments during the two hours I was in Boston. So many more happened. Really, it's like I'm a danger to myself. Or maybe it's just because Sachi has this murderous tendency to push people in front of 18-wheel trucks.
<3 Helen
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Worm's Eye View
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I'm jealous of you for living near Boston (though I will, too, next year, and my childhood consisted almost entirely of boston and Au Bon Pains). But now I live near DC, and... god. It never snows when we want it to, only when we don't. One day it was about 80 degrees in the morning, so I wore flip-flops, courderoy pants, and short sleeves with no jacket to school. My friends and I were going into the city to see a play that evening, leaving straight from school without going home first, but at some point it dropped about 50 degrees and started hailing. This naturally effed up the traffic, which meant it took us two hours to get there (it usually takes less than half as long).
So we were running late, our friend had been waiting for us in a starbucks for an hour and a half, and we were all freezing-- so of course the guys decided to run. Now, my flipflops were very old and I could barely walk without them falling off, and this was a problem for running, especially since the guys were all much taller and on track to boot. I decided that taking my flips off was the only solution (I'm *very* comfortable being barefoot, and run better that way than in flipflops). But the hail? Was very, very cold.
And then the sidewalk we were on ended without warning in a building, and the guys, without hesitation, jay-ran across the street. And that's how I ended up jaywalking, barefoot, in the hail, in DC at the height of rushhour.
My feet were very blue by the time we got to the play.
Boston is quite amazing (we do get a lot of crazy weather here too- recently it had gone from sunny to windy to raining to sunny again in the space of an hour). I would love to live in/near DC at some point, it seems exciting, even if the whether is not so nice.
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