That night I enjoyed my first professional soccer game.
On the ride home, the phrase "Boston! No parents!" screamed out the car window is one of the reasons, but not the only reason why I love Francesco. Other reasons why I love Francesco: his penchant for story telling, his loyalty to a Salt Lake soccer team, the fact that he still calls me Precious Rachel, and his love of clapping, 80's dancing, and Evelyn. On the long drive we also played the ipod game, which I wouldn't so much say is a game as it is an organized way to take turns choosing music, except for the fact that there are rules and they are well enforced.
Soon after that, Rachel and Dave Eastin came from Provo. After debating the offerings of Rhode Island and Maine, a secret vote was cast, and we went to a Portland that wasn't in Oregon. There we saw grown men dressed as lobsters and fell in love with creepy masks. Elizabeth sadly dropped her phone in a toilet at the Whole Foods.
On Halloween Courtney and Quin came from D.C., Virginia to see Bane play their hometown. It was my first hardcore concert experience, and I somewhat surprisingly didn't hate it, but just thought it was fun and funny.
2 comments:
I love all of these updates! It looks like you are having a blast. I just love the way you write because it reminds me of you speaking and that makes me happy. :)
not only have i met your friend francesco, in brooklyn last spring, but i want to meet your friend max! i have a pic of him AND an email written by him, posted to my secret liberal blogg (tehe), because it appears we are both members of mesj boston chapter...!
fun fun fun connections... :D
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