It was a rough night. The hotel room was hot and our blankets were too heavy, and I kept waking up being worried about getting lost in Boston and it being my fault, since I had wrote down all the transit information. Toni and I got up and got ready for our day, and Jerome canceled on us since he wasn't feeling well (and didn't get much sleep, seeing as he was sleeping in a chair and all).
We began wandering from our hotel looking for the bus stop. It took us a while to find it, but while we were wandering, we did find
Boston Dynamics, the creators of things we have mixed feelings about, such as
Big Dog (awesome and creepy, check out the videos), and
DI-Guy (evil and terrible to work with, but sadly near-necessary). Also, the employees who used to work for Haptek, another necessary evil for virtual human authoring that we tried to get away from but found ourselves crawling back to. Here is how we feel about Boston Dynamics:
Anyhow, eventually, we found our Totten Road and 3rd stop. By this time we'd missed the bus we planned for so we were just waiting and debating the merits of grabbing on to luggage racks of passing cars to catch a ride to Boston. Finally our bus came.
I looked at the plan I had written down from the MBTA site:
Then began our troubles with 70a. Get off 70a to get on 70a? Why do they have different names? Oh well, I'll trust the MBTA website because I have no better options.
We boarded the bus. Five minutes later our stop came up, so we got off. The bus driver remarked, "That was quick." We stepped off the bus onto a curb in a random neighborhood. The bus driver paused in order to stay on schedule. I thought about it for a minute then decided to ask him about transferring 70a to 70a because I thought that was weird. He asked us where we were going and said, "Oh no, you don't want to do that. Just stay on this bus until the very last stop and then you'll need to get on the T and go one stop and you'll be there." He explained about how to get a Charlie Card (card that gets you on and off in the transit system) and continued conversation throughout our drive--he was awesome! As we left the bus he explained about the Charlie Card again. A woman gave us two spare Charlie Cards she had as we walked off the bus--so friendly!
After we got to the train system, we were fine, since it was easier to figure out and I had done it before. We went to Harvard:
(We're hoping to post this picture with our homework due for one of our professors who graduated from MIT. Doubt we'll get quiz points, but maybe we'll get cool points.)
...and to the Charles River:
...and to Boston Common:
...and to a farmer's market, where we bought cheap fruit and vegetables, and to Quincy Market.
We decided to head back then, since we had to be back in Waltham by 4:00 to do our student volunteer stuff. We made it back to the place where the bus picked up by 2:10, to catch the bus at 2:24 (the best we could figure out from the confusing bus schedule).
Then our troubles with 70a resumed.
We went to the other side of the street where the bus should have picked up, we thought. No 70a sign. After studying the map longer, we couldn't figure it out, so we went down to the information kiosk down in the subway. We asked her where the bus picked up, and she said it should be on the opposite side of the street from where we were dropped off. We explained to her that we had already tried that, but she said she didn't know what to tell us.
We emerge out of the tunnel and see a 70 bus going towards the stop we got out of. I start running towards it, to either get on it or to ask the driver where to go. Toni's running behind me yelling, "That's not our bus!" We encounter a street fight outside of Wendy's between two men and a couple women trying to break it up, along with 20 or so people standing around. We run straight through it. Yeah, it wasn't the right bus, but a bystander realized what we were trying to do and told us, "Oh, the stop for 70 and 70a is around the corner of this block."
We walked to the stop and waited. Soon enough, a bus came around the corner. "70a, Totten Pond Road!" Toni exclaimed. We boarded and made ourselves comfortable.
An hour later, I'm thinking, "Wow, I don't remember any of this from this morning." A half-hour after that, I'm thinking, "I really feel like we just passed that a little bit ago. Oh well, maybe it's a loop." Meanwhile, I'm engaged in a conversation with an athiest psychologist who noticed I was reading a book written by an athiest, and not paying attention too much to where we are. Toni's reading a novel. Soon, the driver says, "Next stop, Central Station, end of the line," and I look up and we're back where we started! "Oh no, this is 70, not 70a," the driver says as we ask her why she didn't get to Totten Pond Road. By this time it's 4:15 and we're late to our meeting. She takes us to where 70a picks up.
I promise you, I'm not crazy. Toni and I both saw it on the sign when we got on: 70a. She must have changed the sign after we boarded the bus.
Grr.
Well, what to do next? Taking a taxi from there would have cost a LOT. We know nothing about the commuter rail. So, the only thing left to do is to wait on the 70A bus and get on.
This time, we asked twice, "Will this take us to Totten Pond Road?!" It did.
Toni and I were frustrated but also laughing a lot. There were quite a few characters on the bus. Two guys discussed how they couldn't explain to their friends the difference between PCI 8 and PCI 16, and how "I'm not a programmer or anything but I can do stuff..." There was also a brooding, scary man who kept glaring at us. Haha.
At 5:30PM, we were never more happy to see this sight: the Westin as we approached it from the bottom of the hill.
By this time we were two hours late to our student volunteer commitments. There was still more to do though. We met up with Luv and Jerome and started stuffing bags.
and after the bags were done, we had 600 t-shirts to fold. We're not sure what the color committee was thinking. Oh wait, there's no color committee listed in the conference program.
And finally, we labeled power strips, which apparently speak and say "No burning!"
Finally we were done. We were famished and exhausted. We all (along with Amy and Branko) took a taxi to the bustling metropolis (ha) of downtown Waltham and had excellent Thai food there. By this time I'm so tired that everything is funny. Amy said something about a "bee farm" and I thought she said "beef arm" which is really funny if you visualize it.
Considering we had to be up early at 7:30 the next morning we headed to bed. New day tomorrow!
Other photos from today, requiring no explanation: