If I were to joke about/mock it, I'd mention the Mooninites.
T-Shirt seems oddly inappropriate now.
Anyhoo, in all seriousness. It's been a weird and emotional for me the past couple of weeks. And while the emotions leftover from Monday ebb, I now have to somehow change gears. I'm getting married
a week from Saturday. I'm not generally a very emotional guy, but as my long engagement ends both me & my fiance seemed to be, a continue to, love each other a little more everyday. It certainly helps with the unbearable sadness that hits you occasionally on account of Monday's madness, so I've probably got a leg up in that regard.
Facing mortality is an odd thing when "it could happen to you" is reaffirmed. Oddly, before this event, my fiance & I had lost 4 different people we knew; My future sister in law's sister to Cancer [39, married with 3 kids] , friend from high school via a seizure in his sleep [he was in a bad wreck awhile back, but had been back competing
)29] co-worker & friends sister [22, internal bleeding], & a friend's grandma my fiance was close too. Then Monday's madness, where it feels like it could have happened to anyone, but luckily didn't to anyone I know.
In odd bits of coincidence, it seems like many of us who would have been there for whatever reason, weren't this year. My Mom was watching the race, but from heartbreak hill. For the first time in 4 years, due to the wedding, we didn't take Monday off and go to the Sox game. This was us there in 2010 on the monster.
After the game, you go & route on the Marathoners. Patriots Day is Boston's holiday & for about 10 seconds, for the first time in the almost 13 years I've lived & worked in the area, it sucked to live in this city. I was fortunate, and while everyone I know is ok physically, it seems we all know people who saw some gnarly sh*t.
My fiance & I met at a Hotel in the Copley square area. I have many friends that still work in the area. We've all been in the area of the bombs, on Marathon day, at some point or another. Today, we went to the place on Boylston st. where we rented our tuxes for the wedding, & I got my $500 towards a new suit. But first, I bought some flowers and dropped them off at the Corner of Boylston & Berkely. It was eery, because if you faced east towards the park everything looked normal. Look towards Copley Square, & its a ghost town except for the heavy police, FBI, & military presence.
Walking through the park, it was surrounded by news vans. National guard tents are setup in the Commons. State police, FBI, & National Guard vehicles roam the streets. My Hotel has been on lockdown for two days.
Yet unlike anytime in memory, there's a huge difference in attitude & friendliness. Brother [or sister] hood. We all lived through this & it won't let us stop who we are. You want to search my bag getting on the T, go right ahead officer. Walking past the bars, drunks who'd normally be pestering cops are hugging them. Panhandlers with overflowing cups.
Too bad the Bruins lost. But at least the Sox've won 5 in a row.