i woke up at 6:45am, got dressed in the dark, then walked into mandy's room and knocked on her loft bed. "are you leaving?" she said, still asleep. "yeah, mandy," i told her. i thanked her for her hospitality, then left her apartment.
it was still dark and snowing outside. i grabbed a 4 train uptown, then got onto a 6 train at city hall. unbeknownst to me until it was too late, it was an express train to union square, so i missed canal street. i had to backtrack and take the R train. the entire commute took an hour, and by the time i got to chinatown, i had to run from the subway station to the fungwah bus stop in order to make the 8am bus leaving for boston.
i bought my $10 ticket and climbed aboard. surprisingly, there was enough empty seats for me to get a whole row to myself. it felt good when we lurched away, destination home. i was hungry but i had a box of triscuits which i started snacking on. i was thirsty but i figured that's good because i won't need to use the bathroom. i didn't bother taking off my jacket, just lounged in my seat in the warmth of layers, listening to my mp3 player, watching it snow outside, slowly fading into sleep. the snow got heavier and heavier, but i felt safe in the relative massiveness of the bus, knew that if we got into an accident, i probably wouldn't even feel it.
when i woke up at one point the bus had stopped moving and was on the road at an awkward angle. my instinct was to panic, but then i realized we had just stopped at a macdonalds for a break. i didn't bother leaving the bus, i just closed my eyes and went back to sleep. when i came to new york city yesterday morning it took a little over 3 hours to get to here.
going back to boston however, with the snowstorm, it took 5 hours. i could hear people calling their loved ones on their cellphones, alerting them to the fact that they'd be late. i had nothing waiting for me back in boston, so i didn't have to worry. we finally arrived at 1pm, approaching chinatown. i feel like i own chinatown. i see it everyday, i work here, i walk these streets, i like to think if chinatown was ever destroyed, i could rebuild it entirely from memory. i took the red line to porter square and came back home.
i took a hot shower to wash away 24 hours of grime then i made myself some ramen. i ate quickly, then went back out to grab the 66 bus to allston, to dan's place to watch the two football games. dan greeted me at the door wearing his philadelphia eagles jersey. the first game was the patriots versus the colts. in the usual pattern, patriots got the lead early then spent the rest of the game on top, eventually winning. i was happy to see them pull off a victory and go to the superbowls, but the patriots just dominated, intercepting peyton manning 4 times, so it wasn't as edge-of-your-seat exciting, it was very business-like, just another day at the office for the pats. next up was the eagles game against the panthers. dan's friend brendan showed up with his friend emily, followed eric beacom, then john miller and deanna (in town from new york). cymara came back as well after picking up a friend from the airport. eagles didn't play well and ended up losing. dan lost it and threw his fancy remote across the room as well as flipping over a chair, eventually leaving the room. later he came back and watched the end of the game. he finally calmed down after watching his wedding video on dvd. close to midnight, john and deanna gave me a ride home back to cambridge.