March 27, 2007

I Said I Think I'll Go To Boston*

“You gotta go where you wanna go,



Do what you wanna do,



With whoever you (you!) wanna do it with…”



And I shall, oh, how I shall.
These next two months are going to be interminable.



*Hey, annoying pop song: Isn't this the town where everyone knows your name? Or were you being ironical?

10 comments:

mamaclsn said...

You'd just better be home to pick me up. Don't leave the yung'uns hangin'. Don't make me go to South Dakota instead.

Don't make me.

Ian said...

You spent how many years here and you still want to go to Boston? Didn't I cure you of this?

Beedoo said...

What can I say? I love Paul Revere. And baked beans. And the T. And Harvrad dilettantes. And... wait. What's in South Dakota, now?

Ian said...

True enough - I guess you did get enough comedy mileage out of that poor woman saying "welcome to Olive Gahdin" to keep you coming back for years...

Ian said...

Oh, and you MISSED THE T? I can only assume you missed it in the sense that you meant to experience it and luckily failed somehow. It's literally the worst metro system in the world, probably because it's the oldest and, unlike the ones in Europe, wasn't blown to pieces 60 years ago.

Beedoo said...

Dude... it never stops being funny. Once, okay. Twice even. But she said it the entire time we waited for a table which, I might add, were the longest and most disgustingly salivatory three hours of my life. Worcester needs a Cheescake Factory but quick.

Beedoo said...

It's not the oldest in the world, sheesh. Drink your juice, Shelby.

Ian said...

All right, I'll bite. Which one am I forgetting?

Beedoo said...

London.

Ian said...

That was rebuilt, though; the equipment is way newer and it's a nice system as a result. It counts on the raw age of the original system, but not for what I meant about the Boston one being terrible.