in which city life is inconvenient
Jun. 17th, 2007 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesWhat is it with me and parades? Over the course of my living in Boston, I've been caught by the Allston-Brighton Day parade twice, the Roxbury Puerto Rico Day parade once, and today I got caught by the Brookline Flag Day parade. Which was charming, in its way, but two hours later when I wanted to go home and then waited another hour for the bus, I was less thrilled with it. (Particularly since, during that hour, three buses went by in the other direction. I know the 66 only runs every 20 minutes at most on Sundays, but it's just plain cruel to wait for an hour in one direction while the buses seem to be running just fine in the other.)
The really annoying bit is, I could've walked home in an hour. I'm physically capable of it, but my brain complained very loudly about the fact that it was hot and I was wearing jeans and carrying groceries besides. I'm annoyed with myself that I listened to it. I should've just cranked up the iPod and gone anyway.
The really annoying bit is, I could've walked home in an hour. I'm physically capable of it, but my brain complained very loudly about the fact that it was hot and I was wearing jeans and carrying groceries besides. I'm annoyed with myself that I listened to it. I should've just cranked up the iPod and gone anyway.
