<3 being 17 [20?]

Here I go blogging at work again….

Yesturday I went to Boston with Alfred. Went to museums and stuff. We were guessing at the contemporary artwork before looking at the labels and kinda joking about them. It was pretty fun, but mostly because it wasn’t normal. Parents wouldn’t be entertained by making fun of artwork…I don’t think it’s disrespect. We never actually insulted them. I got in for free cause I was 17 J

We went to the mall near the Prudential building and were looking for a fuzzy hat since I had lost mine…I tried a hat on in one store that was cool. $210. Didn’t buy it…more like… “oh crap…we gotta get out of here…major financial gap!” So we did. Hehehe.

We started to go into another store…there were two doors. If I had a camera I would have gotten a picture of this… One door had paper over the glass on the other side. The other did not and actually showed clothes, etc that was in the store. They were perfectly side by side; an onlooker would have never known there was a wall between them. Neither did Alfred. I pulled open the right door [it was left…but it was right, you know what I mean] he pulled open the wrong door [it was right actually]. He reveiled a tremendously clashing total construction area complete with hardhatted workers, beams and blank stares. My door contained an array of fancy attire for the latest men’s business fashions. We didn’t actually enter either of the doors we opened…

There were a lot of photographic moments. I would have loved to takes some in the museum that had a strict restriction on them and hordes of security guards stalking suspects.

Oh yeah…as we walked from the mall we stopped and turned back…We were initially going to go to the top of the Prudiential center…but there were three buildings! Which one was it? We were debating for about 5 minutes. Then some guy came over and asked us if we knew what the one in the middle was.

We explained we didn’t know and we were trying to figure out which was the Prudential center. He pointed the the one on the left and said that was it. How did he know? He revealed to us a Massive Bold sign on the top of the building nearly to complete width of the structure. Somehow we missed it, not like we hadn’t been stareing at it for the past 5 minutes. That was a little embarrassing. At least it wasn’t only me though. We never ended up going to the Prudential center anyway…

For dinner we had pizza at MIT. [Yes, I wish I had that “friends don’t let friends go to MIT” shirt] He was going to be going there for his grad classes this year. They had little order forms with “name/alias” at the top…alias…well, we couldn’t let that go. At least, I couldn’t. Alfred put “Flynn” which is his nickname [don’t ask me!] and I told him to put an underscore and a 1. He tried but it looked more like a dash so I corrected him. Now it was “= 1”. So I just added “+3” so it said “Flyn=1+3”. The lady called it out too! It was funny! [Flynn!!…One Plus Three?!] Good thing too though, for some strange reason she pronounced Flynn really badly. [Like Fly or something]
We were lost every time we tried to drive which was pretty entertaining as well. I probably would have gotten us lost more if Alfred took my suggestions [accidentally, just because getting lost is fun doesn’t mean I want to continue to do so].