Micro Adventures

This Isn't A Story.
Commuter rail, subway, walk a bit in the wrong direction as usual, guess the right street to go down, walk past a party bus with strobe lights and drinking and the whole shebang, but it's parked. And already I'm amused because well...I've been living in the middle of the woods, and Cambridge is not the middle of the woods (little girl aint in Kansas anymore). Walk past this guy making a rap video on the steps of MIT, walk into the building and up a flight of stairs were I hope to meet up with Yulka again, (she has play rehearsal there). Look into the room and realize its not the play, but a bunch of (Chinese?) ladies rehearsal a song. One more flight of stairs and everyone is there (lovely people of all ages). Das'ka rattling off as usual in the car while his mom drives us to Emerson. Yulka takes a shower, I get a burrito and shove it down my throat, we run off to the subway station. A bunch of Emerson get on, obviously pre-gamed, feathers in two of the girls hair, dressed up, on of the guys is wearing cut-off jean shorts and then the knee of the jeans, tied around with red ribbon. The adults are looking at all of us, clearly suspicious. They get off and we don't follow them. When we do get off so do a couple other groups, all off us walk up a block, turn the corner, file into the same doorway. A girl leaves saying "I'm drunk enough, but it's really not worth it", and anyway, they aren't letting any more people in because there alcohol is gone (so they can't charge us 5$, and then what's the point?). So Yulka and I decide to walk back. We ran around and danced and skipped from BU to Emerson (took us an hour...we got back at 1am). We paused at an all-ages dance thing (but it looked like there was no one in anyway...except a couple of old men), a temple, and a place that was called a cafe but was a bar. Fell asleep at 4 am. Woke up, went to the dining hall (saw a kid from my high school, but he didn't see me). I got a jasmine tea milkshake in China Town in the morning, she got peach bubble tea. That was goodbye. Subway, missed my first commuter rail train, waited at the station so I read for an hour.

I was home for the rest of the time.

Yulka said there needs to be clarification for my last post: I was not throwing up because I got really drunk. I had a stomach bug that I got from one of my brothers (both got sick) and they got Папа sick too.