social networking at its best.

A lot of relationships either end or begin when the summer months arrive. And I'm making this observation based solely on the newsfeed on my Facebook home page. I'm not kidding, in the past week I've seen more changed relationship statuses than ever before; it's out of control.

I for one have never been a fan of relationship statuses on social networking sites. Sure, I guess they're OK for those couples in long-term, committed relationships, but what about those of us still trying to figure life out? First of all, how do you know at what moment you become specifically "in a relationship?" And even once that is figured out, how long do you wait to change your status online? What if you change your status to "in a relationship" and the other part of your relationship fails to do so? Do you freak out and make them change it? And how about break ups? I suppose you'd want to change that status back to "single" immediately, but is it rude and heartless to change it ASAP if you were the one to end the relationship? As if I need more stress in my life, right?

Not to mention, is it really anyone's business whether or not someone is in a relationship? To me, it's really more of a way to bragging rights. A sort of "You don't have to bother flirting with me, because look, I'm happily in a relationship!" Or "Sure I was a huge loser in high school and you never thought I'd get a boyfriend...but you were wrong!" Right, it's all well and good for now; until you break up and the whole world has to know about your relationship failure. The worst is when I go to my Facebook home page and see "so and so and so and so are no longer in a relationship" next to an image of a broken heart. Tear. Break ups are hard enough; now you want to announce it to the entire world (or at least Facebook community)?

I enjoy Facebook because it gives you the option to leave your relationship status blank. Myspace, on the other hand, seems to think life is so cut and dry. Are you single or in a relationship? You must be one or the other. What about those people who don't know what the hell they are? Of course, you can always pick the mysterious "swinger" option, but this just brings up all sorts of negative connotations and makes me wonder.

I miss the days of if you were single and looking, you could go online and make a dating profile stating so. If you were in a relationship, you didn't do this. I miss seeing old friends and asking them questions about what they're up to. Now I see past acquaintances and don't even need to talk to them because I know everything about their boyfriend, job, and typical Friday night in the city. Everybody is so public with their lives these days and people don't seem to feel the need to keep anything private. I know I'm guilty of this too, posting pictures and information about myself...but unless you're my real-life friend you're not going to know who whether or not I'm single, who I'm dating, or each heart break I go through. I have a close group of friends I go to to express my happiness and excitement and to cry with when I'm going through a rough time. And that's more than enough for me.

happy.

Last time I went home my mom bought me new $350 glasses. This time she got me tickets to the Michael Buble concert. Maybe I should start going home more often...JK I love my parents and would go home even if they lived in a box. That'd be weird though. I'm glad they have a nice house and know how to cook amazing, gourmet dinners.

Why is it that people frantically clean their house before their housekeepers come? I've always wondered this, and then tonight I ran around cleaning my aunt's house, doing all the dishes, taking out the trash, etc. because I know the housecleaners are coming in the morning. Kind of defeats the purpose, doesn't it?

I sat out in the sun by Jamaica Pond today and was extremely happy. On a day like today, it was hard not to be. I seriously haven't felt this content in a long time. I really love life right now. Though I have to say, this week has made me miss Trot Nixon a million times more than I did before when I could just push him out of my mind. What a true good sport, huh? I have so much respect. He'll always be #7 to me.

hate is a strong word...but it's true.

There are a few things I hate in this world. I know hate it a strong word and I probably shouldn't use it. Let's just say I have really strong opinions on certain things. These are not huge world issues, just items I'm not fond of for various reasons. For instance, I do not enjoy:

• Monkeys-at all, ever, period. I think monkeys are the worst animal in the entire world and I am entirely confused as to why people think they are cute. There's nothing I hate more than monkeys on t-shirts, monkey stuffed animals, monkey decor. Monkeys pick things off other monkeys. Cute? I don't think so. I've never enjoyed monkeys, but if you must know, I saw 2 monkeys involved in a disturbing situation about 6 years ago and I have never gotten over it. Monkeys=gross.
  
  
• Birkenstocks-Just don't like 'em. Never met a person who looked good in them; don't understand the appeal of them. If you can change my mind on this and convince me that Birkenstocks can be attractive, by all means do so. But I don't think you can.
  
  
• Elephants-I am a huge animal lover, but not a lover of huge animals. Especially huge, dirty, wrinkly ones. Cartoon elephants are just lovely (ie Dumbo), but live elephants are just gross. And smelly.
  
  
• Scallops-Maybe the only food I will absolutely not eat. They make me sick and that's all I can say about them.
  
  
• Whipped Cream-I lied; there's another food I will not eat (if you can even call it a food...debatable). DO NOT come near me with whipped cream and don't ever try to do that thing where you try to squirt a whole thing of it into my mouth (ok, that sounds dirty). Anyway, if I even hear the squirt of the can, I gag. Home-made whipped cream, slightly more bearable and at least it's fun to make. Bottom line: whipped cream is NOT sexy.
  
  
• Camping-Not fun. Why do I want to spend the night outside on the hard ground with bugs, etc? Take me on a long uphill hike any day, but then bring me home and put me in a nice warm, comfy bed. I love NOT camping.
  
  
• Raspberry alcohol-Also makes me gag. Honestly, the thought of it makes me shudder. I do, however, love real fresh raspberries. I think the flavor people just haven't yet figured out how to make a good raspberry flavoring, and in alcohol, the combination is deadly.
  
  

Never had a problem with pigs before. Actually thought they were cute albeit dirty. But they are dirty in an adorable, playful way. Then my friend sent me this link tonight.

How nasty is that? I would not go near that thing, dead or alive. Giant pigs...so not cool. Sorry guys, you're added to my list.

happy long weekend!

And Memorial Day weekend has begun! I'm loving that it's actually summery weather; makes it much more enjoyable. I don't have too many plans, but I'm definitely going to have some fun. Hanging out on Newbury St. this afternoon, going to the Paradise tonight to see My So-Called Friend in the battle of the bands, or whatever competition it is. Possibly going home on Mon. to see the parents as they will be back from visiting my sister in Chicago.



Also spending the rest of the weekend/beginning of next week dogsitting for my favorite little dog. The nice weather doesn't mean much to her, as she unfortunately does not do walks. I've tried many times and it's useless. She just keeps turning around trying to go back to the house. And she's completely petrified of every squirrel, chipmunk, other dog, etc. She is adorable though. To read what dogsitting consists of, look here Don't laugh, this is serious business.



The spoiled, but oh so precious, little pup herself (she's impossible to resist):






Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend!! Happy summer :)

commoners in the boston commons.

Boston can be sooo weird. Don't get me wrong, you know I LOVE the city and wouldn't want to live anywhere else. But an afternoon on the commons is enough to make you wonder where the heck some of these people come from. A sampling of the unique things we saw between the hours of 3 p.m. and 6 p.m:

a) Way too many couples lying on the commons making out. Love is a beautiful thing, but since when is it acceptable to lie in a public area, tangle yourself up with your partner, and make out? I don't care how good looking you are, nobody wants to see that.

b) A man in a business suit, baseball hat, and sunglasses attempting to discretely smoke a joint (but not very successfully as I was quick to notice him) while he listened to his portable radio . Again, when did it become acceptable to smoke joints in public areas? I wasn't aware.

c) A man just randomly collapse. May have been drunk. Park rangers (what's the purpose, again?) ran over to him, 2 ambulances, and a firetruck show up. Took unresponsive man away in ambulance.

d) Way too many people asking for money for their charities. Including a man claiming the purpose of his foundation was to fight racism. When we didn't give him money, he yelled at my friend (who is black) and told her she may as well be white. Wow dude, you're doing an excellent job at ending racism. See, you don't even need our money.

e) A man who was either drunk or on drugs wandering around, sitting in weird positions, and basically doing calisthenics , i.e. spreading his legs as far as possible and lying down. Yuck. (see image below...if you dare)

f) Two girls in their twenties repeatedly hitting themselves in the abdominal area and chanting in some sort of ritualistic manner. The pounding went on for 20+ minutes and makes me wonder if the girls will ever be able to have children after basically punching themselves in the ovaries over and over. They also did other pilates-like moves and said things such as "shake it off, shake it off" and "I love my body, I love my body." Then they rubbed their faces and said "I love my beautiful face" over and over again. It seemed to be some private self-esteem building class...or something like that.

g) While waiting to use the bathroom at Burger King, a woman telling us all about her abdominal troubles, using graphic language, claiming she couldn't hold it, rubbing her huge stomach, and un-buttoning her pants before she even entered the bathroom. Ew.

And probably a lot more that I chose to block out as one can only take so much weirdness for one afternoon. Something for everyone in Boston, my friends.


This is how the man was lying. Click picture for full zoomed-in version. It was bad.

i'm not a college student...

Agree.

With students away, it's time to play.

Well, except for the graduate students leaving the city part, since I am one. But I'm also a resident of Boston and live here whether or not I am in grad. school. Anyway, with the college students gone for the summer, the city just feels so much less crowded. Don't get me wrong, I love that Boston is such a college city and has so many opportunities for young people; I've only been out of college for 2.5 years myself. But no lines at the bars, how can you not like when they leave? Though I still don't see myself frequenting the Beacon Hill Pub. Fewer crowds on the green line, yes please.

Also, I tend to get hit on by fewer young boys during the summer months. See, I don't look my age at all. I often get the "wow, you're in college?" No...I'm in graduate school. And don't even get me started on the "you have your license?" umm going on 9 years. My last boyfriend had a 13-year-old sister and people often thought I was her friend. I think people were creeped out that I was actually the gf, despite the fact that he is only 3 months older than me. It's horrible. But as everyone seems to tell me...I'll appreciate it when I'm older. Yeah, we'll see. But looking young means I get hit on by mostly the just-turned-21-year-olds. Then they ask me how old I am, and I feel like such an old person saying I'm 24.

So now maybe I can go out without having everyone ask me "where do you go to college?" and not look completely shocked when when I reveal my age. And maybe by September when I turn 25, I'll actually look 20 or something. Yay for summer in Boston.

lovey dovey.

You know you have a sad, sad life when your eyes tear up at the season finale of The Bachelor. I didn't even watch the damn show until a couple of weeks ago and it made me practically cry tonight. So happy he chose Tessa and not the trashy ho. Sorry, but I didn't like her. Anyway, when he told Tessa he chose her, it was the most beautiful moment in television thus far. They looked sooo happy. Until tomorrow I'm sure, when reports come out that he dumped her butt 2 weeks after the show. No, I really believe these two will stay together, just like Trista and Ryan. Aww remember them? Yeah, they're probably divorced now too.

But really, I have been wicked sappy lately and I can't even believe The Bachelor made me feel that way. I promise from now on I will stop being so lame. Going to get into bed to listen to lovey music...Michael Bublé, Maroon 5, and Jon McLaughlin are spinning on the iPod tonight. Tomorrow I'll stop my mushiness. Maybe.

sundayy.

Really extremely excited for the new Maroon 5 CD to come out on Tuesday. Have a feeling that every song is will basically describe my life right now (OK so I looked at the lyrics already). It's been forever since they've had a new one and their single proves that they haven't lost a thing. Yay.

Give me something to believe in.
Cause I don't believe in you anymore
anymore.
And I wonder if it even makes a difference to try,
So this is goodbye.

I spent a couple nights this weekend at my parents, which basically means I got fat. They feed me wayy too well and wayy too much and I loved every second of it. They also make sure I have plenty to take back to my apt. w/ me. Got new glasses today. Will I wear them? I am notorious for not wearing my glasses anywhere in public (thank God for contacts), but these are actually reallly nice and expensive glasses so I better wear them. Not to mention, my mom bought them for me (before she realized I just bought a new expensive pair under a year ago that I hate), so I really should wear them. Back to the grind tomorrow...

a lost wallet and a tortilla-stealing italian.

Last night I was that girl who loses her wallet at the bar. Ugh, I hate that girl. I actually can say that since I've been old enough to carry a wallet, I've never lost one and so, did not realize the feeling of panic that comes along with it.

Lucky for me, I was not quite feeling ready to go home after leaving the bar, so Chels and I decided to get some pizza (pizza after bars seems SO college and completely brought me back to my UNH , dollar slice DHOP days, tear). Chels had no cash on her and I gladly agreed to pay for the pizza and taxi home. I knew I had cash on me.

On our walk to the only pizza place still open that we knew of, we saw a car completely smash into a taxi, which caused the entire front bumper of the car to fall off. Of course, we had to stand in the pouring rain and watch as the 2 drivers stood in the middle of the intersection screaming at each other, 2 fire trucks arrived, and the rest of the traffic honked and yelled. While observing, a well-dressed man walked by us singing opera quite loudly; he stopped and chatted with us for a bit. He was from Italy and very charming with an amazing voice. He also had in his hand a bag full of at least 50 tortillas. We questioned him as to why he was walking around Boston at 2 a.m. carrying a bag filled with tortillas and he claimed he had "accidentally" bumped into the fridge at a certain bar on Newbury St., saw tortillas, and took them. He said it was fate. Crazy Italian. But with a voice like his, I'm convinced he will be famous. And we can say we knew him when...he stole tortillas.

Chels and I ordered our pizza and I went to pay. That's when I realized I had noo wallet. I panicked and mentally went over everything in my wallet-ATM card, 2 credit cards, Macy's card, Victoria's Secret card, license, school ID, Guess gift card, Starbucks gifts card, Dunkin' Donuts gift card, AAA card, insurance card, library card, Borders rewards card, Barnes and Noble reward card, $40 in cash, and lots of change (thank God, T pass was in coat pocket). We ran back to the bar, which luckily let us in. One guy told me to call back in the morning. And another said, "Nope, haven't seen it." The girl next to him overheard and said, "Was it black and white?" YES! My wallet was found. What are the chances? We quickly and happily returned back to get our pizza.

Funny thing is, I didn't even use my wallet for anything at the bar. And my purse is really deep. I was convinced someone had reached into my purse when we were in the crowded bar, and snatched it. Of course, if this is the case, they also kindly turned it in to the bartender who kept it in safekeeping until I returned looking. Only I would lose a wallet in a place where I didn't even use it. Lesson learned--don't carry around everything you own when you go out on a Friday night. Always get pizza after a night out. And make friends with opera singing Italians carrying bags of tortillas.


Lost your wallet? Easy fix. Lost touch with a long lost friend? Tougher. You can find people, with any number of People Searches. Try and find your lost one today.

cheer me up.

This rain and cold kind of has me feeling down. I think I was in full-on summer mode just a few days ago, now I'm sitting here in a sweatshirt and pants, freezing. This whole weekend looks horrible weather-wise and I'm just not excited about that. My favorite part of summer is just wandering around everywhere; I love Brookline because I can walk pretty much wherever I want, and it's so easy to get anywhere in the city by foot.

Actually, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure this month's T pass has been completely wasted. I've been walking instead of T'ing, and have most likely not yet come close to the $59 worth of T rides I would need to take in order to make my pass worth it. I probably shouldn't bother with the monthly pass anymore. Remember when they were $44?? Yeah, me neither.

Thanks to anonymous for commenting on my last post and filling me in to the fact that many men are getting their pick-up conversation from The Game. Don't do it; not a good idea; doesn't work, I promise. More on this later...

And a shout-out to Sas and her request for illegitimate children and facebook gifts. Maybe another night...

wrap me up in bubble wrap.

What?? Yeah, that's what I said. I'd love to know what is with the men of Boston these days and exactly where they get their pick-up lines. With the recent summery weather, I've been going out a bit more than usual, and I have to say, meeting some strange characters, with a capital S.

Last week at Vox (a semi-classy bar, right??) my friend and I started talking to some guys. Now, granted these were not the type of men we typically talk to, we decided we need to start being more open and nicer to people. So, we sat with these guys and talked for a little bit. One of these men actually told my friend he wanted to take her home, wrap her up in bubble wrap, and show her to all of his neighbors. I sadly missed this conversation (I was conversing with another high-class character) but immediately felt her kicking me as a signal that we needed to get away...fast. The only thing I could think of was bathroom. But upon entering the ladies room, we realized that in order to escape Vox, we'd have to walk past these men once again. So, we befriended a group of girls we found also in the bathroom, asked them to pretend they knew us, walked out with them laughing and conversing, waved to the weirdos, and ran down the stairs, and out of the bar.

In other events, we were approached twice in less than one week in almost the same exact way, leading us to believe men have a common source for pick-up conversation. So, a guy comes up to me and my friends. Asks how long we've known each other. We say we've been friends since elementary school (I know, cute, right?). They say wow, that's very rare among girls (is it, though?). They then proceed to ask one of us what kind of shampoo the other uses. We girls all look at each other (mostly to say wtf is wrong with this man?). And then he exclaims "Wow! You really are good friends...I can tell because you all looked at each other when I asked you a question." We had this same exact conversation twice, at two different bars, with two different men.

So, I ask the men of Boston (and beyond) where did you read/who told you to ask girls what kind of shampoo their friends use to gauge how good of friends they are? Was it the tip in last month's Maxim magazine? And please, I beg you, don't tell girls you want to wrap them up in bubble wrap. Not a turn on. At least not for me and my friends...I guess I can't speak for all girls.

And side note: Where are some classy but not uptight bars/hangouts in Boston? You know, with a nice crowd...youngish, but not college-age (I won't even get into the older men we met last week and the things they were saying to us...)

hey, it's ok...to be lame sometimes.

My favorite part of Glamour magazine is the "Hey, it's OK" section. These tidbits basically tell women it's OK to have certain feelings or do certain things. Yeahhh, I'm sure you're thinking Lame with a capital L. It probably is, but it's actually quite comforting to me. Not that I need someone to tell me the going-ons in my life are OK, but I get a chuckle to read some of them and think "that is sooo me." Some of my favorite Hey, it's OK's include:


...to secretly wish someone else would clean up all your messes.

....if knowing you were too good for him in the first place doesn't make getting dumped any easier.

...to be a little paranoid that somehow he'll know how many times you listened to the voice mail he left you.

...if your pet has three or more nicknames. And maybe even his own song.

...to get seriously annoyed when someone tells you to smile.

...to have at least one phobia you have zero interest in conquering.

...to have a flash of self pity if no one says "God bless you" when you sneeze.

...to wish the results were more exciting when you Google yourself.

...to want your mom when the going gets tough.

...not to know exactly why you're crying.


And some of my own....

Hey, It's OK:

...to NOT date a guy if he won't eat sushi.

...to have to watch American Idol every week even if you aren't that into it anymore.

...to be secretly in love with Dr. Phil.

...to feel like you really know someone because you see their profiles on facebook and myspace all the time.

...to love Dunkin' Donuts and Starbucks coffee equally, depending on your mood.

did somebody say free coffee?

Did I hear free coffee? I don't know, but I think I read it...here: http://www.boston.com/business/ticker/2007/05/chain_to_offer.html

Despite my dislike for iced coffee, if it is above 81 degrees and I can't bear to walk around with iced coffee, then I will definitely be taking advantage of this deal. Is JP Licks coffee even any good? And more importantly, can one just walk into the store, ask for free coffee and leave? Because I always get that guilty feeling of "gee, they're giving me something for free, I should probably buy something." Though I certainly plan on spending a significant amount of money at JP Licks this summer. Thank God, I live just a short walk away from one. And they're open until midnight; which is realllly good and realllly bad all at once.

Too bad the deal starts Thursday and not tomorrow, when the weather is supposed to be just about 81 degrees. Starting Thursday, I think we're supposed to go through a bit of a cool-down. Obviously.

cupcakes continued.

Can you say obsessed much? I made a total of 48 cupcakes for the spring party this weekend. I hadn't yet used my Kitchen Aid hand mixer to make cupcakes yet and it made it soooo much easier, especially for the frosting. Yay. And I made chocolate cupcakes for the first time; go me. The spring party was soo much fun, with all of my favorite people. I love my friends

Today is mother's day and I didn't even get to see my mom :( She and my dad were away for the weekend, but she assured me I would "make it up to her" next weekend, so I'm sure I will be doing that. I'm thinking a little brunch at the Fireplace. Just because it's mother's day doesn't mean I can't have a little fun too! Anyway, I mean it when I say my mom is the best I could ever hope for. She has been here for me no matter what and I love her more than anything. I hope I can be as a good a mom to my kids someday...sometimes it's hard to find the words to say how much she means to me.

OK, I'm going to be done talking about cupcakes for a while now, I promise.

The Leftovers:

hope there's no fire.

You know that fire station right on Boylston St. next to all the bars? If you've ever gone by on a Friday or Saturday night (or any night during the week, actually), you probably notice the firemen all sit by the entrance and just stare at everyone walking by. Not a bad job if the night is fire free. However, it can sometimes get extremely creepy to feel the firemen looking you up and down every time you walk by.

Last night my friend and I walked by at about 11 p.m. and the place was overrun with drunk girls. Some were climbing on the fire trucks and one was even trying to put on a fireman's uniform, boots and all. They were dressed in next to nothing to say the least, and you could tell the firemen were loving it. But I found it kind of disturbing. What if there was a fire? They'd basically have to throw the girls off the trucks, get them out of the uniforms, etc. before they could leave the station. And you could tell the girls were drunkk and would probably try to come along to fight the fire.

I'm all for having fun at work, but this just seemed ridiculous. I feel like firemen should be A LOT more responsible than to let drunk girls into the station and touching all the equipment. No doubt firemen fight to work at this station since it is clearly in the most exciting area; but it's one thing to stare at girls walking by, another to let them in the station. Well, as long as there were no fires, I guess. Oh Boston, always something exciting going on.

That said, I do really respect firemen and give them a lot of credit for the amazing jobs they do.

magazine reader.

I will never understand how magazine publishers seem to find me wherever I may go. Sure, I am BIG on magazine reading; I always have been. Starting with Ranger Rick and World, I read everything I could get my hands on. But for some reason, I get seem to get every magazine known to man whether I want it or not, and the occasional bill telling me I need to pay up.

They've always come aplenty to my hometown address. Every time I go home to visit the parents, I have stacks and stacks of mail up in my bedroom waiting for me. They claim I get more mail than they do. But I've been living in my apartment for almost 2 years, and the madness is starting to begin here as well.

I do subscribe to plenty of magazines: Glamour, Boston, Gourmet, Lucky, Writer's Digest, etc. But could someone please tell me why I had a copy of Cosmo Girl in my mailbox the other day addressed to me? Or why I all of the sudden get Red Book? Playstation Magazine?? What.

Maybe I'm on some strange list of psycho magazine readers, but I wonder who put me on it. Could it be some conspiracy my grad school is involved in? They probably have some deal going with magazine publishers that they will give out the names of all their publishing students enrolled in magazine classes. All I know is that it's always an adventure going to my mailbox. Now excuse me while I go read Cosmo Girl.

summa time in the city.

Today I had my first Dunkin' Donuts iced coffee of the season. Pretty much the only thing I don't like about summer is iced coffee. Not that I don't like it...I just greatly prefer hot coffee. But when I'm out walking around under the hot sun, hot coffee just doesn't seem to work really well. So I had to force myself to get iced.

I never understood how people could come to work at 9 a.m. in the dead of winter with an iced coffee. There's something about getting a cup of scalding hot black coffee, cupping it in my hands, sipping it slowly, and waking up to the aroma. Iced coffee you just can't do that with. Where's the fresh coffee smell? And I never feel like I can drink iced coffee black. Other than the coffee issue, I'm so psyched it's summery out. And I'm still hoping to bump into Rachel Ray in D&D one of these days...

On a side note, don't you love when you go to a convenience store and the guy in front of you buys a 12 pack of beer, a pack of cigarettes, and 3 lottery tickets...have some vices, dude.

Pics from last week in lovely Brookline:

as if.

Pshhh as if we need Roger Clemens on the Red Sox. I'm sorry, but as far as I'm concerned, the Yankees can have him; they need plenty more help than we do right now. And I think they need a lot more help than Clemens can offer them. If we wanted him at all, I'm sure it was purely for historical reasons only.

Clemens gave up the chance to play on the Red Sox once again, and that is clearly his major loss.

tom brady turning evil?

Why why why would Tom Brady choose to go out in public wearing a New York Yankees hat?? I am extremely baffled by this. I saw the pictures on TV and almost threw up. I mean, come on dude, I realize you're now living in New York in your multi-million dollar home with your supermodel girlfriend, but that doesn't mean you have to become one of THEM. You'd think as a member of a Boston team, he'd be supporting other Boston teams. And if not, at least don't be supporting Boston ENEMIES.

Yes Tom, you are an extremely attractive man. But NO man is attractive with a Yankees hat on his head.

I love that the Boston Herald "interviewed" team spokesguy Dr. Charles Steinberg and he said, “we know that Tom has an array of Red Sox caps from which to choose...But we fully respect that he needed to wear a suitable disguise for his own health and protection. We don’t doubt that he’s a card-carrying member of Red Sox Nation.” Ummm right. If you're looking for a disguise, Tom, next time at least try a Mets hat.

the worst.

If hell does exist, I'm pretty sure it's the afternoon rush hour on the T during game days.

I don't miss my commute.