Note to self:
Don’t leave your friends’ apartment at 12:10 a.m. expecting you can still catch the T, which I always thought was supposed to run until 12:30 a.m, but allegedly leaves Cleveland Circle for the last time at 12:10. You will then wait for the T for 15 minutes, realize it’s not coming and then stand like an idiot on the side of the road until it becomes apparent that nobody, especially not a cab, drives down Beacon Street at 12:30 a.m. on a Monday. You will continue standing like an idiot until a cop drives by you twice and then stops to ask what you’re up to, probably figuring you’re a hooker or selling some sort of illegal substance. He will then offer to go find a cab for you. When he returns, he will lecture you about not calling a cab before leaving your friends’ house and not at all understand your reasoning behind it.
Life would be so much easier if I could just walk anywhere I wanted at any hour. I hate living in a world where I can’t comfortably walk 20 minutes to my apartment on a nice late August night. And I hate that I live in the Brookline and Brighton area and it’s pretty much completely dead any time after 11:00. Is everyone seriously in bed?? I think I just need to meet a group of friends who stay up ridiculous hours and believe that life is too short to sleep, like I do. It’s a lonely, scary world when the sun goes down…Thank God for Brookline cops who hail cabs for me.