Monday, June 23, 2008

Parents and Moxie

My parents are coming into town today. I've been awake far too long and really should be sleeping but I need to go to the RMV (It's what Massachusetts calls the DMV, but for some reason they like changing it to R. Like a pirate car place.

We're going to make a movie called Dial M for Pirates, it's about a bunch of illiterate pirates.

Anyways, it'll be nice seeing my mum and pop again, they're out here specifically for an interview as my parents may be moving to MA in the next couple of months. How weird would that be? That I moved to Boston and then they moved out after me because they wanted to still be in my life. Ha. What this also means is I'll have a car. I will only be using the car for going to and from work and for those once in a while trips to Maine or Vermont. Speaking of which!

July 11th and the 12th is the Moxie Festival in Lisbon Maine and I am going to go no matter what but I would love to get a couple of people who wanna come for a road trip! Let me know if you're interested, it's a super fun festival and you get super cool t-shirts and stuff too! Moxie for everyone!

Edit: Maine also has some of the absolute best thrift store shopping and photograph taking spots I have ever been to, so that will likely be a part of the one to two day trip as well!

Saturday, June 21, 2008


You know it's funny, but this same thing happened at 100 and 200 posts, I would stop at 99 and 199 and think of ways to commemorate the amount of posts I was on, and then I would never do it, until I did something like this where I just had to come on and say it was the 300th post so that I could get back on with my life and post about less dramatic things. So here it is. Post number 300. Awesome.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

One of those nights you never forget.

I had thought of how I was going to celebrate my 300th post on my blog. This is actually 299 and I wanted to do some sort of, "IN preparation for..." However, this past night was so interesting and weird that I really need to write it down while it's still fresh in my mind. Let's start with the whole day, so my day started a whole 22 and a half hours ago. I woke up at 4 in the morning and had no idea how I was going to be able to get back onto a night schedule by sunday night. Now, not so much of a worry. Things I did know when i woke up.

1. My roommate had his birthday the day before and so he was having a social gathering at our place at 5 pm.

2. A girl I had met through improv invited me to go to a concert in Cambridge at 10 pm that night.

So I started off the day with no caffeine and I talked with people online and got some work done. I cleaned a little bit of my room. By about noon I had thought if I could get a nap from noon until 4, then I should be set. I tried to sleep, and got half an hour of sleep but then woke up and was super hungry as it was now 1 pm and I had forgotten to eat since waking up at 4 am. So I ate and tried to sleep again but to no avail. 5:30 rolled around and people started showing up for the party.

Only 5 people RSVPed and about 15-20 people showed up including two just out of high school girls who got the email and thought there would be younger people at the party. There were not to their dismay and so they looked like deer in headlights for the party until they could make a viable excuse to leave. The party overall was a success, I got to know many people and it was really nice. Most people left at 8:30 and so I got ready to go to the concert.

I left for the concert at about 9:30, but the red line was down between two stations so it ended up taking me longer then expected and I arrived around 11. The girl whom had invited me was no where to be seen and I wished I had somehow gotten her number to see if she was really coming. The venue was a really small tavern and the place was filled enough to fill every seat but not overly full. The band was probably the best rockabilly band I've ever heard, here is their myspace page --

It was a really good show, but about halfway in I noticed this couple. They were doing some interesting things. They both looked to be about 25. The girl was drunk and trying to get away from her boyfriend and have a good time and cut loose. Her boyfriend though was really creeping me out as he only had a stern look on his face and he stared at her the entire time. Every about three minutes he would walk towards her grab her by the shoulder and tell her something, she would then push him away and go dance in another part of the bar, and he would stare for about three minutes and so on repeating over and over and over again. I was really getting bothered by it. I was near the bathroom when she hid in the bathroom hallway, he went in there and started to hold her back not letting her leave. I started fuming, so I got up from my chair and she went across the bar. Well when she finally did come back across the bar past me, when he went to follow I blocked his path. I told him to calm down but he pushed past me. She ran to the other side and again I blocked his way and told him to cool his jets and give her some space. He pushed past me again but after I had done that his advances on her became much less frequent with more time intervals between. I had lost sight of them for a while and realized they had left the building so I continued to rock out knowing there was nothing more I could do. When the concert was over I left the bar at about 1 am. I knew there was a bus coming by there at about 1:30 so I could wait there for that one. When I went outside there they were yelling at each other, "I don't love you." was said by both of them quite a bit. Finally she came over to the small group and said help me out here please. We all got in there and he said he was done with the relationship but still wanted to make sure she got home alright. We said we'd call a cab, we did, she was put in the car and he left. Crisis averted at least for a night. The bus came along and I got on the bus to go home.

The story does not end there. Not by a long shot. Be careful though cause coming up is one of those Holy &%^$ &^%$ type moments. If you don't want to go any further, just know I am okay, I am not hurt, just a little shaken up. And will not walk alone in this neighborhood that late again.

----------------------------CAUTION-------- Really messed up tale ahead ------------------

I arrived a 10 minute walk from my apartment when the bus came to it's last stop, there was no other way to get home then to walk as none of the busses going past my house came that late. I had done the walk before, it's well lit and I had done it about that late a couple of times before with no incident, still I held my camera in my hand just in case I needed a weapon. I live in a rough neighborhood so sometimes you never know. Tonight was one of those nights. As I was walking along a stretch I noticed on the side of the street I was walking on a crowd of about 10 teenagers dressed in black. A sound went off like a pop gun, not an actual gun but like a loud snapper. The kind you get on the fourth of July. The kids all ran into the alley after the noise was heard. I walked to the other side of the street just in case and was walking past a bunch of teenagers scattered through out the other side of the road. I heard some boys laughing but then one girl about 16 years old started crying really loudly. "I don't want this anymore." A guy's voice, "Dude, your sister is bleeding!" I kept walking, and didn't hear from that group again then I saw another group, run past me three guys and a girl. Then four more three guys and a girl underneath a tree. I had caught up to another guy and girl, two mexicans, who were also walking on my side of the road, they too were not involved. The girl saw us walked across the street and leaned against a big truck hiding herself from all of them except us three. When we got to her she was crying and pleading with us, "Please help me." I could see she was bleeding from several cuts on her leg. I wanted to help, I really did, but I knew if I were to help I might somehow get mixed up in this insane thing that was going on and I couldn't risk it. I had to get a safe distance away. It felt awful as I left her laying against the truck without trying to help her but it almost felt like she had known the type of shit she had gotten into and only now that she was hurt was she trying to get out. I'll never really know, but I felt like I had to keep walking and not associate myself at all. I've never had to do that before and now I have. I got about 4 minutes away when four police cars past me all going faster then I've seen any car go past me before. I knew where every one of them were going. I don't know what was going on, all I know is I was a bystander, a civilian, in something sick and sadistic. I was never really scared, I was scared the whole time and dumbfounded by the insanity, but I had my wits about me.

Seriously, I don't think I've ever experienced something so weird and bizarre. Now, I am exhausted. It's 3:15 am, I have been awake for 23.25 hours. I hope to sleep about 12, and then I can be ready for work tomorrow. I hope I didn't scare those that actually read it, but if you did read it, I'm curious if any of you have felt anything similar and have any idea how to cope. I don't think I'm scarred or anything, but it's still something I need to think about. It was weird cause I was able to help one girl from the abusive boyfriend, but not another from the local gang fight. I think I'm just glad I had the courage to stand up the first time, to counter balance the knowledge that I couldn't act the second time. The next post will be very light hearted, I promise.