Thursday Thtuph…
Mike canceled that CATscan thing. I was a little disappointed that he didn’t blast them for trying to trick him into being admitted to the hospital. He simply told them that “something came up”, and he didn’t know when he’d be able to “reschedule” (not telling them that he never intends to reschedule). Well, then I guess he’s gonna know what it was like for me last year, when these idiots were calling the house and harassing me…because now they’re gonna be calling his work every day to harass him.
Hell, if it were me, I would have blasted them big time, that they’d still be spinning around out in the galaxy someplace. No way would I have taken any of this lying down.
Well, when they start driving him batshit insane at work with the endless phone calls, he’ll go ballistic on them eventually. Give it time.
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Mike didn’t feel like driving all the way into Boston last night for the Pops concert, he parked at Wellington station and took the train in. The train ride home wasn’t bad, but my train ride in was…gross?
I got on the train at Malden, and as it was pulling into the next stop, Wellington, I saw a guy on the platform peeing. He was sort of between two concrete poles, thinking that no one culd see him, but I saw him. Unfortunately, the car I was in stopped right near where the guy was peeing, and to my horror, he zipped up, got on the train, and sat directly across from me.
He looked like he wasn’t quite right in the head, I couldn’t tell if he was mentally ill, drunk, high, or any combination of the above. He was looking at me in a way I didn’t like, and was also talking to himself. What grossed me out the most, though, was knowing that he’d just peed and didn’t wash his hands.
I moved as far away from him as I could get. Yuck!
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Anhoo, I met Mike for dinner at Jasper White’s Summer Shack, which is only a few blocks away from Symphony Hall. That place is wicked awesome, and it had been ages since we’ve been there. We sat at the bar, but part of the bar area was roped off for what looked like some sort of yuppie networking office party thing. They had to extend the roped-off area because they got thirty more people than expected, so some of the yuppies were at the bar next to us.
This guy who was next to me at the bar had gotten a bit drunk, and he dropped a full pint of beer on the bar. Fortunately, no beer got on my food or clothes, but it was pretty damned close. My clothes are washable, I never buy any of that *dry clean only* crap, But still, I would not have wanted to go to Symphony Hall smelling like a brewery. In any case, I still had to move my plate and stuff so that the bartender could clean it up.
The guy did apologize, at least. And the bartender felt bad for us for having to sit next to these people, that he comped us a couple of beers. He got a very good tip from us for that!
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The show itself was wonderful. I had never seen the Pops live in concert before, only on TV for the 4th of July thing. The 4th of July thing in Boston is something I would NEVER go to, it’s free and everyone and their dog are there. Way too crowded for my taste. I’m happy to stay home and watch that on TV.
But it’s different to go to Symphony Hall, it’s a much more controlled and civilized environment than outdoors at the Esplanade. We’re talking maybe a few thousand people there, as opposed to over 100,000 for the 4th.
Garrison Keillor was wonderful. His material was as we expected, a lot like he does on his radio show, A Prairie Home Companion, but not in that same format. For instance, he didn’t do stuff such as his “Guy Noir, Private Eye” sketches that he does on the radio show each week. He told stories about Lake Wobegon, sang songs, some sad, some very funny. If you’re a fan of the radio show and his books, you would have enjoyed this show.
I hope that someday, GK will do a live broadcast of the show somewhere around here. That would be really cool to go to.
It was a great time! 
