I love that dirty water

but Boston is not my home.
That being said, I still love this city. Not as much as Denver or Chicago, but it's still one of the few places that I'm unfamiliar with that I feel really comfortable. I've been here slightly less than 24 hours, and I'm very relaxed to say the least. It's not because of the whiskey, I haven't had any since last night after dinner with Roxey and hanging out with Dave talking about well, everything. Dave and I don't shut up. We just sat with a light buzz and a television that was turned off and a laptop that has an Army of Darkness on the background drinking Jameson with a Harpoon Oktoberfest chaser which went really well and it was exactly what I needed.
Roxey is a cool chick, I like her, I was glad I went out to dinner with her last night, and hopefully I'll see her when I get back. She is one of those people that proved to me I can meet anyone randomly, even though she is the one who introduced herself to me. Luckily I have tattoo's, which seem to be a great conversation starter.

Dave had class today, so I did a late breakfast/early lunch with my cousin Bethany at this really swanky restauraunt in Harvard square. I walked there, since I only have one or two more rides on my Charlie card and I like walking, especially when class is in session at all the colleges down here and I don't feel to pretentious in a polo while carrying a messenger bag. I'd like to say the walk was scenic, but it's Boston. And Cambridge. And the only thing that was really scenic was the Boston skyline when crossing the BU bridge, immediately followed by a young girl feeding geese in a dirty lot. I kind of felt like I was in a movie. I guess I still do, it doesn't feel like I'm leaving yet even though I leave to go to the T for the final time before I hop on a plane in about 2 hours. This time tomorrow I'll be alone in Frankfurt.
This is real, however. And this post isn't like my normal style of writing. I need caffeine.