My friend asks me what Boston is like. Is it nice? She's never been.
"I like it," I tell her, "it's like if you picked up San Francisco and plopped it down on the east coast and gave it 200 extra years of colonization history."
"Best yelp review ever!" she says.
We stayed in the gay district, I tell her, so everything here is awesome and vaguely familiar.
The only interactions I have anymore are surface ones.