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Today Jenna, Tara, Ron and I drove down to Boston for an afternoon around the town. Boston is pretty cool. The downtown area around Boston Commons was neat and we wandered around people watching and seeing some of the sights. Ron and I had a great lunch at a malaysian restaurant in china town and ended up sipping beer on the patio at Cheers watching the world go by. We met back up with Tara and Jenna, munched down some fried dough and popsicles, and drove back up to Methuen. We gulped down a hefty chinese dinner and some so-called polynesian cocktails, went back to the apartment and vegitated for a while. Some girl that Ron met while bartending was pumped on getting Ron and I down to the Claddagh for some drinks so we obliged, of course. What a riot. There were 4 Boston area girls we met up with that were really comical. On the surface their Boston accent was absolutely hilarious and as I got to know them a bit better they were just cracking me up more and more. One of the girls was 25, married, had a kid, and was in the middle of getting a divorce. Another was in her early 20's and was engaged for the second time and was unhappy about her current engagement suitor. A third was 30-something, divorced, had a son, and was constantly cracking jokes. And the fourth was an elementary school teacher near Boston. The whole divorce, unhappy relationship thing, seems really pervasive over here. From what I've seen it's a pretty weird relationship world over here in the east. Whether it's a 23 year old guy dating a girl who's a senior in high school, a girl who has been engaged twice and broken it off both times, or some other weird relationship phenomena I'm seeing some bizarre pattern. In any case, hanging out with these girls was like taking part in Saturday Night Fever. The accent and humor was out of control, all with an italian twist. Definitely a different world out here, that's for sure. All in all it was a fun evening, but I couldn't really relate to the Boston types. The girls had a definite high maintenance sort of atmosphere to them. Finally I escaped the clutches of the intoxicated fearsome four stellas and got back to the comfort of my sleeping bag. Another late night, I finally passed out at 3 am.
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