Welcome to Adventurer Etiquette 101

Well I was going to make big ol' whopping deal over our hundredth blog, my Rachie took my thunder without knowing it! She snagged number 100, that little sneak! Well, if one hundred was as interesting a number as 101 we would have one less dalmation running around, wouldn't we? So pats on the back all around to all of us. We've reached blog 101 in our adventures and the journey still goes on strong. As many times we feel Boston has tied our shoes together and kicked us in the knees, the ending result is a very good one. Rach and I are the most united as a couple that we've ever been. I think we needed a good knee kickin. Our transitions so far have been filled with lots of arguements, lots of yelling and an endless list of disagreements and discouragment. This transition however is proving to be filled with happiness, love and hope. The only thing we've disagreed on so far is which cleaning supplies to leave our subletter. (She left us toilet paper, laundry detergent etc.) This disagreement was solved when I came home to find half our cleaning supplies on the kitchen table and I was told we were taking those with us. Problem solved. Comprimising, I'm learning, is the key to success. I'm remembering how mildly stressful, albeit exciting, packing is. Last time we packed the car it was pretty much at its limit and of course, we've acquired a few things. Thankfully we just have to get it to Monroe where we can reaccess the madness and leave choice items there. Tonight, we're cooking in, keeping our minds focused on the fact that we won't have jobs soon. It will be very nice next Thursday when my direct deposit kicks in and I recieve a pay check for seemingly going on a fun road trip. I'm actually going to miss my job. I'm going to miss a lot of things. Things are always better in retrospect and I'm excited to slowly discover things I didn't know I loved about Boston. I'm sure there will be plenty of things and I feel so badly that I few bad events had to shape my feelings about this city. I'll give Boston this always though...it is absolutely beautiful. You can't argue that. I was walking down the street with my friend Ally the other day and we were talking about me not liking Boston. "The people are just mean here!" I shouted angerly. "I mean, people think New Yorkers are mean, but they're not. They're just smart asses, the people here are just genuinly assholes!" She laughed and nodded in agreement. Just then a woman tapped my arm. "Excuse me." I turned around expecting someone to start defending the Massholes in all their New England glory and suddenly felt guilty for saying what I said perhaps too loud. The woman smiled. "I just want to know if my memory is ok. Do you work at...?" She trailed off obviously nervous now that she might have stopped the wrong person. "Clio?" I suggested. "Yea! I was in there in September, you had waited on us!" (Nice that people think I'm their waiter when I get 20% of what the actual servers make) 'Oh! How are you? How did you enjoy dinner?' It was all I could think of to say. "Clio was great, the service was excellent." I told her I couldn't believe she would remember me from September. She said I had made an impression and just wanted to say thank you. Jeez. Just as I'm screaming down the street how everyone in this town sucks. It shows me for the next place not to stereotype anyone for the place they leave. Everyone should be innocent until proven guilty. I have to admit though, I wanted to chase her down the street and ask her where she was from. I'd bet ten bucks she's not from Boston. -lj