wendy

ode to boston:

definetely a city that i took for granted. i never knew how much i would miss that fucking place until now, being away from it for three years ..

i miss :

sundays at avenue victor hugo on newbury. doing nothing but reading used books.
mexican at the restaurant next to the coop
sleater kinney and helium at the middle east
bettie page shirts at hubba hubba
the park street t station
soft leather jackets from oonas
the trouble and ducky boys shows at emerson college
anti-flag and pinkerton thugs shows at the 1st and 2nd church
chain smoking at south station
the garment district. the mother fucking garment district.
parties in allston
the greek american club
riot grrl meetings at that little cafe next to copley plaza
pouring vodka and orange juice into 711 cups at au bon pain
watching jasper play the clash in the pit
buying the pist on vinyl at newbury comics
little stevies pizza and pinball machines
seeing gibby in the pit and almost fainting. every time.
going to visit warren at tower records (oh god how i miss warren. i wouldn't even know where to start trying to find that kid.)
flirting with the currins
going to jps in central square and waiting for criminal youth practice to start. and waiting. and waiting. and waiting.
hempfest. getting high on the T.
late night visits to see greg at northeastern
the feminist summit at the royal sonesta hotel
taking pictures with my manual camera of steve + jp
16th birthday parties in allston
grand opening
the escalator in the garage
the steps coming up from the t station to the pit in harvard square
st. patricks day in the city
urban outfitters bargain basement
hanging out with liz (don't know where to find her either)
crazier than life pit shows in jp. piggy backing through pits.
anything and everything that has to do with jenny
short+stacked crew
putting up fliers at newbury comics
sitting on boylston and writing in my composition notebook
allston beat (although i heard it went to shit)
dunkin donuts in copley
steve.steve.jp.
again for emphasis. jenny.
dressing up as punks for halloween with jenny and when people said "nice costume" we'd say "its not a costume its a fucking way of life..." after many drinks this just got shortened to "wayoflife," which we would scream randomly. god damn we wore some animal fur daisy dukes that night. i'm sure we're not the only ones that remember that.
the pit during trouble shows
getting asked on numerous dates by jorge
southern comfort pints
again.warren.
pat
smoking winstons
watching people play chess next to au bon pain
riot grrl conventions
sushi in harvard square
movies at kendall
big burrito in allston
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