Beantown

I spent the day in Boston yesterday to see the beloved Red Sox. I took a bus there an back in one day which was brutal on my sleep schedule, but it was well worth the trip.

I went by myself because I didn't want to ask anyone to spend that much on a day trip, but mostly because I really wanted to hang out with myself. It felt great to be alone for a day, and doing something I loved. I got to write and reflect on the bus ride over; an activity usually hindered by sirens outside and heat in the apartment. I got to the game super-early, just how I like it. About three hours were spent on Yawkey Way eating sausage and pepper sandwiches and drinking Harpoon. I kept score at the game, which is something I love to do, but its tough when you're with other people. You know how it is, people always want you to talk to them.

The best part of the day was just being at Fenway and feeling the energy. During the national anthem, I closed my eyes and leaned back into the sun and thanked God for baseball.

The game was fun, Sox won 6-2. After the game, I had a beer with Scooter Pie and his dad. Then, I caught the 12:30 AM bus back to NYC and slept the entire way. Another fabulous day in Beantown.