So I decided I want to go to college on the east coast, where my family is originally from... which meant my parents shipped me off to Massachusetts to stay with various family members for 3 weeks, while I looked at colleges, among other things.
So the school year ended, and I was booked for my flight out on June 15. Exactly one week after school ended. The Saturday before I left, I took the ACT in the morning, which took a good 5 hours. Then I cleaned my room, and then went to work. Fun day, right? Monday, the day before I left, I spent the morning cleaning the house. Why?
Because I wanted my girlfriend to come over and meet my family, which made her the first ever to do so. So I and my mom cooked dinner, she came over, and it went well. The next day, I left.
While in Duluth, I purchased a new Jackson guitar, as well. My plane left Duluth at 12:42, to Minneapolis, MN. That plane was late, by about 10 to 20 minutes. I arrived in Boston around seven or so, and was picked up at the airport by my two uncles, and my little cousin.
The next day, my uncle and I walked around downtown Salem, MA, where they live. Thursday was uneventful. On Friday, we went to look at Fitchburg State, with my aunt, who went there herself. It was an unofficial tour, as she showed us around the campus herself.
From there I went back to Gardner with my aunt. She and my uncle have two little girls. I rode a bike into town, and hung out at a little store called City Music for a while. Then I rode back. My uncle got home from work, and I helped him with his drums.
He plays drums in a country/rock cover band called Boothill Express, with four other cool older dudes, him being the youngest of them.
I was his roadie for the weekend. Friday night, we headed to a private club called the PACC (Polish-American Country Club) where they were playing at a bar, and there was a car show outside it with easily over a hundred awesome cars. As we were heading in, a Pontiac Le Mans pulled up. Beautiful car. Sounded kickass, and he then proceeded to talk about it all weekend, and is probably still talking about it.
Four hours later, we (well, I really) packed up his kit and headed home. Late night, and I crashed on the couch. The next day, I was his roadie again for Acadien Day! We left, I set up most of his kit, and later on, left with my aunt and little cousins.
That night, I hung out with my aunt's neighbors upstairs. (The house is a duplex type thing, where one gets the upstairs apartment, and the other gets the downstairs.) They have an awesome little home studio, and dozens of guitars. The guy's name was Mark, and he plays bass in a local, and signed band, named The Franks.
...to be continued later...
