Harvard Sq: Land of Tourists and Creepsters

So, yeah, I haven't blogged in awhile. I totally meant to, but then school and well, life, got in the way. Whee, didn't I just sound so deep?

So anyway, I saw a movie tonight with a few friends (Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist- totally funny and worth watching!) Pretty harmless and awkward-free, right? Apparently not when you're us.

After the movie, we waited for about half and hour for my friend's mom to pick us up. At night. In Harvard Sq. With sketchy people. We were a bit hyper, ok, a lot hyper, and doing some seriously strange things. One time we were doing this little dance/boppy thing, and this random middle-aged guy goes "Dancing is good! Keep on dancing!" Then later, another guy stops and goes "That's not allowed here," and we look at each other a little worried that he's serious, when he continues "No laughing here!" Creep.

Then this car of older guys (collegeish) drove by and asked how old we were. So naturally, I bluntly stated we were *15* and told him to move on. =D

<3 Helen