After living in the Buffalo area for six years, I finally went to my first Bills game this past weekend. This year I told myself to attend a game even though I am not a football fan or even like the sport. That may be hard to hear for people in Buffalo since a majority are big football fans, even if our team is not the greatest. If you ask me, I think soccer is much more exciting since I know what going on, unlike football. I went with a few of my close friends who happen to be huge Bills fans, so you can imagine them cheering and booing in the right times while I have no idea of what is going on. The Bills were playing against the Dolphins, who are “the worst in the league” according to my friends and other people I talked to. Going into the game, I was told that this would be an easy game and that the Bills for sure would win. That is not what I saw in the first half of the game. They were actually down a few points, and I could tell people around were getting angry by the things they were shouting and the booing that happen after they left the field. However, during the second half, they did come back and won 21-31, which made everyone happy. Attending a Bills game is like no other event, I think people living in the Buffalo area and aren’t fans should at least attend a game once. I had such a great time and hope to attend more games in the future
This past weekend, I visited a few of my best friends out in Boston. It was only my second time in the city, but with every visit I fall more in love with it. Living right outside of New York City, I’m used to the hustle and bustle and steel and glass. So when I walk alongside the brick and the cobblestone it is almost a surreal experience. You can feel the history as you meander throughout the city, down to the harbor, along Newbury Street. There were these hidden side streets, giving way to small flower shops and markets that you would only discover by accident. I felt new, like a different person adventuring a territory strange to me.
As warm days gradually shifted to chilly nights, we got dressed and explored this new side of Boston. The bar scene was absolutely incredible. Drawing people from the dozens of colleges in the Boston area, it was like a scene out of a movie. Live music, huge open spaces with towering ceilings and exposed brick. Bar, dance floor, bar, dance floor. It was one of the coolest places I have ever been. To make it even better, I got to spend that time with my best friends who I haven’t seen since the summer. We picked things up as if we had seen each other the day before, which is one of the most key elements in a good friendship. When you have that continuity after separation, void of awkwardness. We danced and mingled and met new people all night.
But, as they do, night turns into day and weekends come to an end. We were up early Sunday morning, grocery shopped and ate cinnamon rolls, an easy start. By noon I had called my Uber and my friends walked with me to the pickup spot. It was sad to go, leave these beautiful people and beautiful city, both of which I adore. Flying back to my realty in Buffalo, dreaming of my next visit. Or really planning their next visit so I can show them around my host city. It was a great weekend.
As I’m writing this post, my ears are filled with the steady patter of rain on the road, intertwined with sliding car tires and soft horns. It is a cool and rainy autumn day, the leaves just beginning to abandon their green gowns for a more bold color. Today is wet, dreary, cold and grey. One of my favorite types of days. I’ve always loved the rain, the thunder and lightning, the wind and the cold. I feel like a good rainy day is always overshadowed by the bright blue skies of summer, with cotton candy clouds and beams of light. Don’t get me wrong, this is my favorite type of day, but sometimes you need to appreciate the beauty that is the grey rainy days. The way the light reflects off of the glistening roads, making everything appear brighter. The fresh smell when you first take a step outside, almost as if it’s your first time outdoors, like everything is clean and new.
Even if you don’t want to be outdoors in that weather, it gives you the perfect excuse not to go outside. Nothing is better than curling up in bed or on the couch on a cool rainy day with a book or Netflix. Throw in some hot chocolate or tea and a fuzzy blanket and I can camp out for hours in the solitude of my room. I am getting chills just thinking about it. Or if you want to be social, it’s the perfect time to go see a movie, or kill a day at the mall! So many of these indoor activities that I feel guilty partaking in when it’s sunny outside are available!
So I am completely content on this rainy day, with the patter of rain and sliding car tires and their soft horns. Excited to relax tonight and enjoy. 🙂