Okay, so I’ve slept through the hangover and I’m feeling much better. My trip to Boston with Jason was overall, awesome with bits of insane sprinkled in. We flew out to go to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox play. We flew out on a redeye and had all day to hang out in Boston until the game that night. We went to the JFK Museum, and then to the Sam Adams Brewery for a tour and some free beer. I just gave all my beer to Jason. I tried them all, but beer just doesn’t taste good. I don’t understand how everyone likes it.
After a long day of comminuting via public transportation and a quick nap at the hotel, it was finally game time. I got standing room only tickets, but they were at a really good spot, and we ended up only standing for a few innings and then we snagged some deserted seats. It was a really exciting game; the As were up, then the Sox caught up, then the As scored again… you get the idea. The Sox won, and the atmosphere of the stadium was electric. We went out to a nearby bar to have some more good times. Cut to an hour and two long island ice teas later and Jason and I are talking with some local girls and I have a Bostonian accent that I just could not shake. I think I ended up have four long islands. I had three, then Jason bought me a shot, I threw up the shot in the bar, then some more in the bathroom, and then I convinced him to buy me another long island. When we left the bar, we somehow were helping some of the girls we met. We were at a Domino’s pizza and one of the girls was a complete wreck. She was wasted and emotional about something, I don’t know what. I think I talked to a guy on the phone for her. I ordered a pizza because quite frankly we all could have used some food. Jason was outside trying to make sure her friends got home okay. There were a lot of guys out front trying to get these girls into cabs- it was real shady. These guys did not like Jason interfering but Jesus, the world needs men like Jason. Those girls are lucky that he was there. He got them a cab and I sent the girl I was with outside to go home. As I waited for Jason to come back over to me, this guy was trying to tell me that Jason wouldn’t be coming back for me. (As you read this, remember I was still talking with a Boston accent) I started screaming at the guy, “Fuck you, fuck you! You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.” He told me that I couldn’t trust Jason and that he was going to get in the cab with the girls. He asked why I was so sure he would come back for me. “Because he’s a good guy, and we flew out cross country together and he’s my fucking best friend.” And the guy said some shit about him and I got this overwhelming shady feeling from him. So I started screaming Jason’s name as loud as I could. The cab was on it’s way but by this point I think he was trying to shake off some of the guys who’s night he disrupted. After screaming for Jason he came and got me and we left. I was in tears. What a fucking asshole that guy was. I can’t believe that there are people like that out there, it’s scary. I was never worried that Jason wouldn’t come back for me; I just didn’t know what this jerk was capable of so that was my cause for panic. I just had an overwhelming bad feeling. It was like a nightmare. As we walked far away from that bar, I mentioned the pizza that I bought, which I had been holding onto for a while by then. Jason, said, “Forget about the pizza!” Took the box out of my hands and threw it. As the box was flying through the air, the pizza flew out of the box like a Frisbee into the night. It was almost beautiful really. I couldn’t believe he did that. I paid for that pizza and I never ate one bite of it. We found a cab and we were finally on our way to the hotel. I don’t remember anything from the cab ride except Jason whispering in my ear, “At the next stop, we’re jumping out of the cab.” I was freaking out, I don’t know how to jump out of a cab! And what if he jumped out and I hesitated and couldn’t follow him. I kept telling him that I couldn’t, that I wasn’t jumping out of the cab. I thought that Jason didn’t want to pay for the ride, but apparently the cab driver was shady. Jason said that he wasn’t listening to his directions and was running red lights. I don’t remember that all. I think I was still upset from that asshole from earlier. We tell the driver to pull over at a gas station so we could get something from the store and we got out. The driver said he wanted his money. Jason was paying him and the cab driver wanted him back in the car to pay the bill. Jason refused to get in the cab. “Ill pay you, but I’m not getting back in the fucking car.” So the driver got paid and he drove off. And there we were, drunk, at a gas station, somewhere in Boston at 3am. OH! I forgot, while in the cab Jason had called 911. I didn’t know why he was doing that at the time. He felt really unsafe in that cab and had 911 on the phone, but he just let phone stay on the line. I really surprised they didn’t call his phone back. Anyway, we’re at this gas station and he was gonna call the cops again and decided that the cops could drive us back. Jason was not trusting of anyone at this point. I didn’t know what the cops would think of us, being as drunk as we were, so I just asked the people working at the gas station to call a cab for us. The cab arrived and this time, we were finally on our way. We got to the room and it was such a relief.
That certainly was not the night I was expecting. And every time I think about it, I just wish that I punched that guy in his face. Seriously, my one regret last night was not beating the shit out of that guy. Jason’s one regret: Throwing the pizza into the night. Oh wait, he remembered it was a Domino’s pizza, maybe it’s not that regrettable.
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