It's come to my attention that i haven't written anything about boston yet. opps. there is more to this city than my car, as much as i hate to admit it. Sadly, after an intense 4 week course in anatomy i still haven't had a lot of opportunities to go out and explore this city to the fullest. But, i am definitely getting used to this place and learning to love all of its quarks and eccentricities. The longer i live here, the more i realize that this is actually one of the smallest cities in the world. It has EVERYTHING (and then some...) in it, but in actual size, this place is pretty tiny. they try to confuse people by renaming every other block as a different city (cambridge, allston, watertown) but they can't fool me anymore because i'm a local.
You know how everyone calls provo "the bubble"? Well, i would say that it's more like a different planet. these two places have nothing, absolutely nothing, in common. such as how my class required me to wear a tank top to class. but it's all cool and exciting, and scary as hell. but there is one thing that i am really enjoying about boston that utah never had, and will probably never have. In utah it is pretty easy to talk with members of the opposite sex and innocently flirt, maybe toss the hair, and hopefully get asked out for a sweet date to coldstone for a frozen treat. I have found that in Boston flirting will get you a lot more than ice cream. Not to say that all i do here is toss my hair at construction workers. Only when i need something. It didn't make sense that people in Boston would respond better to flirting than the people in utah. and then i made the connection. In the world outside of utah, i guess sex is always an option? and as far as i can tell, people seem to be willing to go that extra mile for sex when a double scoop of mint chocolate chip just doesn't cover it.
case in point: this morning i was driving to school and needed to turn onto a road that was randomly blocked off for construction. i rolled down my window and asked a couple of the guys if there was another way to get onto the road. the older construction worker (clearly realizing that no action on his part would earn him sex) just yelled "go around". however, the middle aged and slightly plump construction worker leaned over, and said "oh no problem, ill just move these cones and barricades for ya". wonderful man. but maybe he was just a nicer man than most. but people in utah never moved barricades for me.
sorry, i realize this was nothing about boston. i'll do something super this weekend and put up pictures of the city.
