The safest place in Boston...at 4 am

I'm a pretty awesome person, not to sound vain but I'm confident of that fact. Still, pretty crappy things happen to good people and Karma can't act fast enough sometimes.

The evening was clear and the streets filled walking up to the Cathedral of Boston aka Fenway Park for the epic rivalry of Sox vs. Yankees (9-5 us for a final score...I'm magic baby!) Having the expectation that something fun would be happening was great. Unfortunately, my "friend" was, well, herself and I was a fool.

We drank at a local hot spot just to have an older woman get in our faces over knowing the bar tenders and kicking us out because she didn't like the response time as we didn't say how high when she commanded we jump. I'm not one to be intimidated or threatened, but the woman clinging desperately to youth thought she had game making empty threats. The drama I can't stand.

My "friend" decided to make friends with two men 30 years older than us. I'm cool with getting life advice and inspiration from someone. Totally game. For me that's what one of the men was. My friend however spent the time trying to get in his pants.

The journey led to them getting us kicked out, getting kicked out of another bar one of the men being too drunk and leading to a final club.

I'm not a club person when I'm invited let alone when it is a surprise. The club led to me telling my "friend" I'd wait for her outside as she had said we could leave.

While outside I met a group of individual's from Ireland who are living in the country for three months. The conversations were about the country the accents chivarlry, all pleasant. I walked away with two emails to simply discuss Ireland further with the boys my age.

That's when the fun really began.

Walking the street trying to find my "friend" never leaving the comfort of the historic landmark that is Fenway Park I was hit on by a few individuals. On a normal day I would have been flattered. At 2am in the middle of Boston when your ride home is MIA? Not so much.

After about a dozens calls my "friend" answers the phone to inform me she was down some alley having sex with a guy she found in the club. And to come find her.

I told her to find her way back to the Park. It is well known and hard to miss. The corner of 42nd and Brookline, not so much. 45 minutes later she calls to ask me where the car is parked. Yawkey Way.  One of the most recognizable streets in Boston, especially for a Sox fan.

Then the question came about, "So you don't want to hang out with some guys tonight?" 3am, not so interested in going to a strangers apartment period let alone after you've put out for one.

She says to find her, take her keys and drive home because she doesn't get out much anymore and she didn't want me ruining her night. I nearly punched a metal post stopping myself short of contact to end with slapping the green beast instead.

Attempting to find her, I refused to leave the cover of Fenway period. As the phone tag began to find her I sought the help of the security guards at the Gate. "You're relatively safe over here." is what one of them had said to me. "Relatively" had to be "good enough" for the time. Leaving the relative safety of the guards I walked to "the Citgo Sign" in Kenmore Square finding her and the male with her.

She requested a cigarette and chanced after a group of individuals to ask them disappearing...again.

I turned to the male and said "I'm not normally a bitch but this is bullshit. I just want my ride home at this point and wondering Boston at 3am by myself is not what I consider fun." He said he just wanted to make sure she was safe and she had mentioned me so he needed to know she was safe. If he was looking for me to appreciate the"kind gesture" it was not received in kind.

When my "friend" returned with doritos, from where I don't know. She turns to me and says, "So I'm taking you home." Looks at the other guy and says, "Want to hang out after?" He informed her he was from Philly and was only up here for a bit and had no intention to move up to Boston after one night.

My "friend" stormed off past both of us. I let her go and began yelling for her to turn down YAWKEY WAY billboarding myself to walk down the correct street. She waved me off and continued walking straight into the dark of Boston streets.

My options limited I called...my dad. The minute I knew he was coming to save me the wave of tears hit me.
In those 60 minutes along with texts I received a phone call from a Boston number. My "friend" had her 'you're ruining my life' attitude asking me once again where the car was. I told her it was off Yawkey Way. She said she was trying to get home. I said my ride was coming. Her response, "Oh you have a ride?" There was a male voice in the background, a part of me knows it was the guy from high school when he said "Where is she I'll go get her." My "friend" responded to him "She has a ride she's fine." and hung up. He called back and I heard my "friend" say "NO!" and the phone hung up again.

Waiting for an hour in Boston bymyself, I made sure of three things: 1.) The security guards at gate D were BOTH aware of me 2.) I began texting two people I trust full heartedly in the event tragedy struck there would be a form of a time line to work from and 3.) I parked myself at gate D picnic tables, in the shades but direct line of the guards and did not move for 60 minutes until the phone rang and my ride saved me.

I wouldn't say I was "lost" in Boston, I was simply "left" to fend for myself. With that, like a How To 101 I'd say the best thing I did was not go searching for my "friend" not because I didn't care, but simply because I stood in a well known landmark, no denying the location of while she found her way in and out dark alleys and street corners.

The result being I recieved a phone call at 6:30 saying she couldn't find her car still and the tone in her voice was that of sadness and shock that I would not be bailing her out. Over 50 times I told her where the car was. If she had decided to find her way to the Park on Yawkey Way I would have had no problem directing her more clearly to the parking structure signage on the infamous street.

I'll be mourning the loss of my favorite sweatshirt as it sits in her car and I'm sure there will be deliberate damage to it given how the evening went. There will be other sweatshirts that win me over. As for "friend", if I need quotations to express the relationship, it isn't something I need in my life.

"Who needs enemies with friends like that."