It’s been quite some time since I’ve blogged, but I’m going to try and get back into the habit, and I’m starting with an “easy” one.
Initial Anxiety
This spring break I found myself returning to Boston for another week of St. Patrick’s Day festivities. Most significantly, this is my first St. Patrick’s Day without my good friend Leary here to share it with. This was something that gave me quite a bit of anxiety for returning to Boston. I’ve made a number of great friends during my visits to Leary’s place, but always had Leary around to hang out with while here.
My initial solution to this was to invite my roommate Dave to come with me. This was an easy fix, because if my friends from Boston were busy, I could always just go do the “first time tourist” stuff with Dave. I was even looking forward to doing some of that stuff again, since I don’t think I’ve done anything touristy in Boston for at least a few years.
Unfortunately Dave couldn’t get his finances together enough to afford the trip, so I found myself departing for Boston by myself, just like all of the years before.
The 12 Hours to Cambridge
One major difference this year was my inability to drive myself to the airport. Earlier in the year my Dad’s truck was repossessed, and I have given him my Jeep. I was also leaving in the middle of the week so I could take advantage of the hugely discounted fares for a Thursday morning departure, which completely ruled out rides from my friends (which I have taken advantage of on numerous occasions in the past.)
Some looking around found an airport shuttle that traveled along I-70 stopping in key towns on the way. Unfortunately the shuttle that left in time for me to make my flight departured 2:30am on Thursday morning. However, it was only $54 (one way) and it got me to the airport with plenty of time to spare. With the layover in Chicago it was 2:30pm (Eastern) before I landed in Boston.
A Touch of Homesick
Arriving in Boston was the beginning of a easy trip, with Patrick serving as an amazing host. We relaxed the first couple days enjoying drinks and getting ready for St. Patrick’s night.
It was on St. Patrick’s night that I found myself a little homesick. The vast majority of my friends in Cambridge that were around for St. Patrick’s day were working at The People’s Republik (my favorite bar in Cambridge, and the bar that is directly next door to Leary’s place.) This made the actual night of St. Patrick’s quite tame in comparison to previous years. Rather than drinking with Leary and enjoying the characters that frequent the “Peeps”, I found myself instead calmly enjoying drinks on a spot of the bar that I could see the TV and chatting it up with the girls now and then that would start conversation. Patrick offered a bit of a pub crawl for a bit with Neal and another friend, but I was feeling pretty mellow, so I passed.
It wasn’t a bad time by any stretch, but I couldn’t help but think of my friends back in Kansas and the roaring good time that was probably erupting in Aggieville. I made several text messages back to Lindsay for small chat, shot a few messages out to random Bunker friends, and even gave Lauren a call to say, “Happy Birthday”. I was nervous that the rest of the trip might be characterized by this mellow malaise. I was wrong however, it just turns out that I missed Leary a ton.
Things Lighten Up
Fortunately, the mellow nature faded as I help broom up the Peeps a little after the bar closed and then headed over to Robert’s house (the owner of the Peeps) to drink with Patrick, Robert’s son, a few Irish guys, and a few girls. It was a pretty funny time, with ridiculous statements from the visiting Irish and Patrick robbing the cradle as high points.
A Trip of Concerts
Things really started to get fun when Dani organized a group outing to see Chris’s band Campaign for Real Time play at a BC club. Dani, Ian, and I took a cab over to the venue with Nils and Jenn joining up later. C4[RT] played a good set that was fun and engaging, and I had a great time chatting with Ian and Dani before the show started. By the end of the night when we headed back to the Peep’s, there wasn’t any doubt that this was going to be a great trip.
Museum of Science
The one real “tourist-y” thing that I did this year was take a trip to the Museum of Science on the Charles River. They had a cool exhibit on Star Wars set up and Patrick had a friend that worked at the Museum that got us in at a highly discounted rate. Not only that, but she gave us a quick behind-the-scenes look at the live animals that the Museum has on site. A very fun trip.
Great People and Great Times
As per usual, my trip to Boston was much more about the great people that frequent the People’s Republik than it was about any particular place or activity. Every day and (long) night was measured not in hours, but in greetings from old friends I hadn’t seen in a year–but got to know even better–and new friends that I had the pleasure of meeting for the first time. From long stints at the People’s talking baseball, to chatting antipasto over a couple episodes of The Sopranos, to visiting the basement venue at The Middle East and catching The English Beat, each experience radiated with the unique character that only the friends I’ve met in Cambridge can supply. It’s a strange microcosm of close nit community in a city so vast it’s hard to imagine anything but strangers. It’s no surprise to me why Leary made these people his home and I count myself lucky that I’m a very small part of that group.
An Amazing Host
While all of the cast of characters in Boston/Cambridge I consider friends, the sole reason that returning to Cambridge–even without Leary–is so appealing is Patrick. One of Leary’s closest friends, Patrick and I have a lot in common (especially for a Boston Irish kid and a Kansas boy) and get along great. He extended his home and his hospitality to me all week and really made me feel welcome the entire time. Definitely “good peeps”.
Something to Come Back To
Without Leary, several times this year I’ve wrestled with the idea of ending my annual trips to Cambridge. I just wasn’t sure if I would still have a good time, if the bonds between Leary’s friends and I would still be as strong, if I would still be as welcome in that well knit community as I was before. Before I left for Boston I wondered if this would be my last trip.
After staying with Patrick and revisiting all of my friends in Cambridge, I now find myself with the opposite curiosity. I wonder if I could make it out more than once a year to visit everyone. It’s certainly enough fun to make it worth all the trouble in the world.