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I hate parades in and around Boston, because they never tell you they're going to happen. I've gotten stuck on the wrong side of Cambridge Street for the Allston-Brighton Day parade (we had to go to Newton to turn around), nearly gotten stuck again the next year (at the grocery store, noticed a poster that said the parade was beginning in twenty minutes, went through the store like a dose of salts and squeaked out before the parade happened), and today, got screwed by the Puerto Rican Festival parade in Roxbury.
See, the thing is, I live on the other side of Columbus Ave. There are no streets that run parallel to Columbus Ave that you can follow and then cut over when you're past the parade. So, the futon pad I was supposed to get early this afternoon went back to Arlington, having been driven around four or five permutations of Brigham Circle trying to get over Columbus Ave. Heath Street was closed from the rotary onward, and Parker Street didn't help. So much for my getting the living room rearranged today; I'll have to do it tomorrow. Anyway, the futon pad and I finally got back to Roxbury, just now.
Why in the hell don't they advertise parades better, or put up detour signs so you can get where you need to go without having to drive halfway downtown and encountering the wrong way of a one-way street?
At least I got to hang around with the cats for longer than I would have otherwise.
See, the thing is, I live on the other side of Columbus Ave. There are no streets that run parallel to Columbus Ave that you can follow and then cut over when you're past the parade. So, the futon pad I was supposed to get early this afternoon went back to Arlington, having been driven around four or five permutations of Brigham Circle trying to get over Columbus Ave. Heath Street was closed from the rotary onward, and Parker Street didn't help. So much for my getting the living room rearranged today; I'll have to do it tomorrow. Anyway, the futon pad and I finally got back to Roxbury, just now.
Why in the hell don't they advertise parades better, or put up detour signs so you can get where you need to go without having to drive halfway downtown and encountering the wrong way of a one-way street?
At least I got to hang around with the cats for longer than I would have otherwise.