I got this brand new iPad app called “Blogsey”. I’m not entirely sure how it works and there are way too many videos to watch. Which is fine, it just means getting familiar with it the right way is going to mean spending quite a bit of time. Which is prompting me to create a post using only my intuition and part of my brain that is responsible for fighting. And street smarts.

Speaking of streets: I saw three complete disasters when I was trying to go out in Boston last night. Crying, falling, body parts that shouldn’t be exposed, exposed, drunk. I’m not going to say I’m too good for that because everyone has issues and that’s fine. I will say, however, that I’ve segregated my own such past experiences to times I’ve been out of the country… Thus perpetuating any stereotypes europeans hold over Americans.

One thing Europeans do have over the Americas is getting a drink somewhere when you want to. Pretty much whenever. Because getting a drink should be like stopping to get a slurpee at 7 Eleven. It should NOT be like waiting in a communist bread line.

I was in the middle of Chinatown/financial district, waiting outside of a “lounge” wanting to just go someplace that isn’t crazy that would serve us at 11:30 on a Saturday night. We didn’t want to get sloppy. We didn’t want to have an EPIC night. We just wanted a drink. 11:30 turned into 12:50 and most places stop serving at 1:00.

I don’t even know why we waited for so long. We lost track of time through a combination of talking amongst ourselves and talking to the people next to us in line. Then, outraged at 12:50, we decided to go somewhere else. And no other bars were open.

I hardly ever go out downtown because most of the time, it’s a miserable experience. Boston is otherwise a metropolitan city. There are fun things to do at every hour of the day except after 10:00PM. Why. Why.

And then you have people constantly comparing New York to Boston. Including me, I do it too. And every time I do it makes me so mad. I don’t want to be envious of another city just so I can enjoy something as simple as being able to go out for a drink with three of my girlfriends and RELAX at 11:30 on a Saturday.

Is that really such a luxury?

Let’s get it together BOSTON.

Otherwise I’m never going to come back.

NEVER.