So my kid gets accepted to Boston College and I of course have to go with the bride to check it out. I drove up and we pull into a charming motel in Waltham. Eh! A Hilton low end. Not bad though.
We go into Boston proper and the parking is expensive. What else is new? We park and go eat at a place called Durgins and we wander around the shops and all. Okay. I can't believe the number of college kids crammed into a place called Tia's. I am now a geezer but it takes me back.
I am around the corner going on some cheesy Ghost Tour. The funniest part of the night is one of the characters calling me, "the large mysterious man". The wife cracks up but I don't get the humor.
We end up screaming and yelling at passersby and at some of the pub folks. Why? I have no idea but I am bored and wish I were younger so I could get loaded. Sigh! It is not to be.
The next day on the BC campus I wander around listening to a series of people talk and I am exhausted. Near the end of the day we get to see what a typical dorm room looks like. Eh!
As I am walking back down to my car I pass a dorm and someone yells out "Wow! Look at that guy....he's HUGE!!!
My wife starts laughing again. I don't see the humor.
I miss riding in the beautiful weather.
I have seen BC. I went on the cheesy Ghost Tour and I think I was insulted. Just another few days in the life! SIGH!!!! My trip to Boston!