i heard the football scores on the radio this morning, colts beat the pats in foxborough. hehe i remember driving past the stadium or passing through there on the train to go visit my friend in Attleboro. i was never a football fan, i just remember being in boston and all the buses would have on their displays: route number, flash to ‘Go Pats Go’, route number.
nowadays you can see that on the snuggle buses’ displays in vancouver ‘Go Canucks Go’. now to explain the snuggle-bus. our complex in Watertown, MA had a shuttle bus. From Harvard Square, to Harvard Business School, down the street and over to the Arsenal complex. It was your typical little shuttle bus, although one of them in circulation had a TV on board… they were comperable to the new Community Shuttles in Vancouver. So everyone from the office complex, the mall, HBS would pack on there every couple of minutes and enjoy a squishy-bumpy ride to work. Hence the term snuggle-bus. Sometimes the driver would drop me off on Mt. Auburn, where there wasn’t a stop, and I would just walk home from there to my lil Aberdeen Street house. I miss the snuggle.
Last week Laura was all “I don’t like Blogs, I’d never blog” and lo and behold she’s got one up today on her lil msn space teehee! I checked out Jenny’s blog and she mentioned the modern rock circus (as i also did recently) and the dude with the “I’m Rebecca’s Grandma” shirt – cracked me up! We used to ‘run into’ so many characters…Apay and I would name them all.
One was ‘Mountain Boy’. We met him while falling face first into the snow off the chair lift on Mt. Seymour. This was the first time Apay and I attempted to snowboard (so it was probably like…1996?). My sister was a very good skiier. She and my brother would go on the school ski trips and often in the afternoons or on the weekends. Me? My skiiing was limited to once in the Alps when I was 15. I nearly killed myself. Good thing “Olympic Slalom” means the same in English as it does in French or I’d still be in a cast.
So, after the face plant into the snow we’d move off to the side and strap on our boards. Getting up slowly… falling on our butts. Getting up slowly… falling on our butts. Not-so-nice on the tailbone. While we were struggling to get down the bunny-hill my sister would SWOOSH up behind us and come to a stop spraying us both with snow. swish swish ‘are you guys okay? teehee’. what a jerk :p hehe
it’s a good thing we kept at it and became the snow-allstars that we are.