goodbye boston, hello spinster summer

i have been all incommunicado because i spent the last week vacationing in boston. as much as one can really vacation in a city they called home for eight years. spinster summer 2011 has officially commenced. jared & i flew out to boston together last tuesday, & i flew home alone this past tuesday. jared will be in boston for the next two months, working in the massachusetts historical archives, cobbling together research that will hopefully form the backbone for his dissertation.

boston was weird. i love boston, i miss it, i often wish i still lived there, but when i go back to visit, i kind of like to pretend that i do just live there. which means hanging out with people in casual ways, maybe wandering around a little through various neighborhoods, & not going bananas walking the freedom trail or going to art museums. jared & i were in really different mental spaces, because he was thinking a lot about his archive work & i was just into hanging out & relaxing. so it was kind of hard.

on my last full day in town, we got tickets to see the red sox play at fenway park. i was a little bit anxious, because i knew the game wouldn’t end until around 11pm, & i had to turn around & get up at 5am to catch my flight back to kansas. i knew i wouldn’t get much sleep on the plane because i was flying southwest & it’s practically impossible to get a window seat on that airline unless you pay extra for a boarding upgrade. & once i arrived in kansas city, i had to drive myself home from the airport on the highway, which i have never done before. i had only driven alone like four times before. i wasn’t excited to do an especially lengthy, high speed trip on very little sleep.

the sox game was pretty awesome. they played the san diego padres, & beat them 14-5. the seventh inning lasted for like an hour because the red sox loaded the bases & then every batter either got hit by a pitch (automatic walk, which means the guy on third automatically scores a run) or scored a nice hit that got them on base (again sending the guy on third home). the padres fans sitting behind us became somewhat despondent. but i didn’t feel bad for them because they all thought they were professor baseball. they had some friends with them who apparently decided to shell out $30 or more for tickets to a red sox game at fenway park despite not being red sox fans or even knowing the first thing about baseball. i won’t begrudge someone for a lack of knowledge about baseball, but i will wonder why such a person would attend a baseball game. one of the baseball newbies was all, “why does the batter keep hitting pitches & not running to base? what’s going on?” professor baseball said, “he’s fouling off the ball. after the first two fouls, they don’t count as strikes. so he can just keep fouling until he gets a really good pitch that might get him on to base. they can just keep making contact with the ball over & over because they are such elite players.” um…yeah. they’re professional baseball players. is it necessary to point out that they are probably reasonably competent at making contact with the ball? in the middle of the third inning, baseball newbie said, “okay, you can’t make fun of me for asking this, but…the red sox are the ones in the white uniforms, right?” she was right, but again, why was she there?

jared always says that baseball is wasted on children. baseball is also wasted on people who seem to think it’s a cute affectation to not know anything about baseball. though i guess we all have to learn somehow. i remember a day within the last ten years or so when i didn’t understand the concept of a foul ball either.

so the game ended, we went back to bart’s house, & jared & bart proceeded to party it up with some homebrew bart had made. i didn’t get to bed until 2am. i slept for three hours & then went to the airport. i did not manage to sleep on the airplane, but i did drink a bucket of caffeine & then allow the adrenaline that accompanies doing something potentially deadly to take over. aside from a brief moment when i was cruising down an exit ramp & consulting my directions, which caused me to almost drive right off the exit ramp at fifty miles an hour, the drive went great! & yesterday after water aerobics class, jaimie & i drove to north lawrence so i could pick up a package at the UPS depot, & i actually found myself saying, “wheee!” as i cruised along. jaimie commented that i am an excellent driver with a healthy confidence level.

it’s kind of weird & kind of awesome to be diving into spinster summer. i felt kind of bad yesterday about enjoying my aloneness so much, but then i decided that it’s probably a good thing that i’m not curled up in bed, crying my eyes out over missing jared. i did just see him two days ago. the separation will inevitably become more difficult as we proceed, so there’s no point in artificially hastening my suffering.

since i got home, i have worn cute dresses & glittery shoes, battled my nemeses the pool noodles at water aerobics, found a lightning bug in my hair, danced around drunk at a blondie brunetti/lovers show, got told i was a hipster, got told i’m “totally punk,” watched a lot of “roseanne”, realized that internet-based social justice activism is literally the worst thing ever (a post for another day) (& i really don’t feel i am employing the word “literally” in a hyperbolic sense here), & tonight i’m going to eat potato salad & watch a riot grrrl documentary at feminist book club.

Published by Ciara

Ciara Xyerra wrote zines for the better part of two decades. She has a brilliant & adorable preschooler named Ramona & sews as much as she possibly can. She lives in Lawrence, Kansas with her boyfriend. She enjoys catching up on "The New Yorker", meatball subs, keeping it cranky, intersectional post-third wave feminism, dinosaurs, & monsters. If you have nothing nice to say, she recommends that you come sit here by her, so you can say not-nice things together.

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