Things I somehow didn’t do in my first year in Boston, and may be inexcusable.
- Go to the top of the Pru. I managed most other touristy things like the Freedom Trail, but this one eluded me. I did however point to the top of the Pru during orientation week and declare if we didn’t go to the top of it within that week we never would. This has held true.
- Go to a goddamn Red Sox game. This isn’t so inexcusable considering that tickets are somewhere in the realm of eleventy billion dollars, but it was infuriating considering I could see Fenway Park out of my window.
- Go to a show at the Middle East. I sure may not have any at all indie cred, because the amount of hipsterati weird at the epicenter in Cambridge should have been a siren song to tempting to resist. Even worse is that I only really went to two (2) rock shows the whole year.
- Fung Wah it to New York. I suppose not really a Boston thing, but plenty of other new music wonks will tell you that it is the Center of the Universe. Alas, I wasn’t able to clear out a weekend so I could hang with my posse icelu.
- Go to a show at regattabar. See Middle East entry, replace indie with jazz.
- Meet any other Boston music bloggers. Most especially you, Mr. Guerreri. Isn’t that library you mention on occasion the same one I work at fifteen hours a week?
Did I miss anything really crucial? My activities have been rather Back Bay-centric. As you see most of my failures are outside those bounds. I have at minimum one year to correct these errors.