Potholes and Potholes
I'm getting more and more used to the commute despite the potholes. I think knowing where the trouble spots are in advance helps a lot. The other thing? Not leaving my locks at the bottom of my milk crate. Der.
I'm getting more and more used to the commute despite the potholes. I think knowing where the trouble spots are in advance helps a lot. The other thing? Not leaving my locks at the bottom of my milk crate. Der.
Someone needs to repave Boston Street, not to mention Dot Ave north of Columbia Road until it hits about B street. Man. I feel like I'm going to die biking those pothole-strewn courses lately. I hope they put in some north-south bike lanes, too. They have them locally but nothing on a commuter course. I'm going to try a new way home tonight though; dump myself through Roxbury and see what happens. I won't miss trying to bypass 93 or the railyard. Always annoying. Also, hills.
I moved back into Boston proper (well, I was only 50 feet away before, damnit!) and am very, very happy right now. Yay!
On the Common ... no weird stories yet, thank God. I'm feeling a little pink; I think it was too hot today, but I thought I'd get 20 minutes in before the serious heat this weekend.
I love this city, but dear god, now Mass just sucked ALL the fun out of Groupon. Fuck you, goddamn stupid liquor laws. WE NEED HAPPY HOUR DRINK SPECIALS. Let's get on this, fellow Bay Staters!
Some old man in running shorts rubbed up against me while I was paying for some squash at Haymarket. I didn't realize what was happening until I was picking up my produce and said "EXCUSE ME" very loudly while pushing my way out of there. No, it was not crowded. Yes, it was raining and the stand was under a tent, but I was the only person at the stand then. Anyway, if you see some nasty old guy rubbing his penis against people at Haymarket ever, please kick him in the junk on my behalf. Thanks. I almost didn't come back to work after, I was so disgusted. Ugh.