the excited middle-age shoppers, and cute preppy couples lined the street trying to unload thier pockets, while we explored the new non-meeting school terrian. after some time, and a music shop, we bought some smokes and took the T north, and jumped off the moment we saw boats on the charles river. Sniffing flowers, singing more louldly, we reach the picturesk river, and debated swimming. Plastic and strifoam trash and strange green residue convinced us to settle for an old green wood bench facing the waterfront. A gaggle of three ducks, lead by one goose, came over to try to score some of the dryed mango we were chewing on, between swigs of the remaining whiskey and smoking reds. the big goose, Carrie claimed as a husband, and it reached out its long neck almost giving a goose kiss. A little kid came running down the bank wiht her mother's camera following with zeal, having a touching moment by the river, wiht the boats, and the ducks, when a huge golden retriver comes by barking up a storm, scaring the ducks, and almost the little girl into the nasty water.
By this time Carrie, and i had already whipped out the guitar and had been passing it back and forth singing our minds to the world. Don't think the rich yacht club, or urban joggers cared. We just sang. her phone rang, and we decided to abandon our river front in search of national bike polo tortement that the voice on the other line enthusiastally suggested. i called my friend, and we were off to meet up at harvard square, after quickely finding a bathroom for the jumping Carrie.
Polka music, break dancing, and a graffi painter welcomed us into harvard square while we waited for my dear friend of six years, Rob Roche, who lives in Villanova, Pa but has been studying at BU, and his friend abby. Met him through Quakers and he is truly one of the more beautiful people on this Earth. With hugs and handshakes, we started towards where the polo match is taking place, passing the huge statium where the girls soccer team is playing, we found a beautiful tree and ran towards it shoeless. An epic climb, ending in an epic stick battle. Cole and Matt, Carrie's biker friends, found us. the sun was a cadence of reds and oranges, as we walked towards an athletic feild with a taken over hockey court by grunge flordia bikers with mallets yelling intensely. The surrounding crowd were also intense bike kids with cases of cheap bear littering the surroundings. After a bathroom trip to subway, we sat down and played somemore music talking about the scene, rob and I catching up.
Parted our ways, heading back to Coles apartment, watched a rollerskating movie with a couple beers injested, passed out.
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