Month: August 2010

I have become a suburbanite. The one thing I never wanted to become, I have become. It was time to move out of Allston after a neighbor turned our apartment building into an art studio, complete with an 125 attendee opening night party that involved a huge piece of bad art being placed in front of my door, a full carpet of Miller Light cans left on our front stairs (Where did your taste go, young art goers? Go with Molson if you want a cheap beer.), having the artist-neighbor tell my husband that the artist-neighbor is “a f— horse,” non-existent security after some was promised, and people playing slide on our interior stairs with margaritas in their hands.

The morning after, my husband had to go take an ax he had borrowed (he needed to cut up our broken futon in order to remove it from the apartment) back to his parents house, and while taking it to the car, scared off the homeless man picking up the carpet o’ beer cans. He had to run down the street – with the ax –  to convince the homeless man that he wasn’t threatening him, just taking an ax to his car, and to encourage him to please take all the beer cans. Luckily, this happened at 6:30am on a Saturday morning, otherwise I think this would have become more of a problem than it was.

So we moved to the ‘burbs. (Truthfully, it was in the works way before this art opening/ax incident, but it helped seal the deal.)

Moving to the suburbs means I now have a long-ish commute on the commuter rail, which in turn leads to me spending much quality time with my iPod, which in turn has led me to the following conclusion:

Every Train song is the same. Continue reading