Yesterday, immediately after I finished finals, I tossed the textbooks I couldn’t sell into my tote bag, planted myself behind the wheel, and booked it down to Boston. About ninety minutes later, the forest trees changed to the city skyline. I sighed, and lifted my foot off the gas pedal. I was going to see Byrnes for the evening. It was the perfect way to relax after a stressful week.
We went to the annual Berklee graduation bash where we met some of Byrnes’ friends. Afterwards, a bunch of us headed back to his place for a few drinks and music geekery. That evening, I learned that Lansdowne Street hasn’t changed, Paul McCartney is really dead, I have lost all tolerance since I’ve stopped drinking for finals, and it’s really hot watching Byrnes handle a car.
We’ll probably see each other again next weekend. Until then, it will be Skype and phone calls with very bad reception.
