had a couple of drinks with two randoms my last night in boston. richard, 27, from switzerland, ran a business offering overseas language courses. his mannerisms reminded me of dunno. tania, 22, from chile, is a teacher here on a booking buying spree. we had a good three hours, drinking, smoking, talking about the state of the universe.
i have been mostly vege-ing out this time around nyc, being a blob on the couches at the hostel, reading a tom clancy thriller, thinking, dozing. went on a walking tour of greenwich and east villiage yesterday. the guide, evan, is a middle-aged bronx native with a goatee and ponytail. very trippy.
white stripes at madison square garden was 4/5. could hardly have been further away from the stage, but at least i was dead in front and had a clear view, luckily with no tall dicks standing in front of me. meg's singing was off, the intriguing turns of her voice missing, as if she was too tired/drunk/sick to try. jack was manic, red, glorious. their use of colour, lights and shadow on the stage was magnificent as expected, and the disco light was out of this world. they took a ten minute interval, and the audience cheered through the whole thing, flicking little blue glowsticks across the darkness. it was surreal.
flying out today. willing be a long twenty-four hours. sigh. i hate flying.
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