Okay, was going to blog about Seattle, but the past hour and a half has to be put down first:

So I landed in Boston and caught the last T out from the Airport (win!) met with the Green Line over to the Red (win!)… and then watched the last T to Kendall Square leave (fail)

I’m feeling good though; I’ve been in Boston enough before to know where I am and my savvy paid off in late-night T navigation. I figure I can handle this leg of my adventure.

So, I hailed a cab, having cut the fare in half by being quick. At this point, my friend’s place in Cambridge is a pin on a Google Map to me.

So the cab lets me off and the lights are on at the place — and there are people up. I walk in the (open) front door and a tipsy fellow greets me. I ask if I’m at the right place.

A gal in the living room says “Oh, you must be Spang’s friend…”

It finally hits me that I’m not in Seattle anymore.

“What’s the story behind this place?”

“This is Pika,” I’m told.

Turns out it was a frat that went co-ed and eventually broke away and became an official MIT co-op. It’s all on their website.

Fortunately, being from Berkeley I know what the gig is. I’ve been by the co-ops. I’ve lived in a frat. This I can handle.

I’m told there are couches to crash on in the TV room downstairs. That being about what I signed up for, I head on down… open the door… and run into someone else.

“Um. Hi! I’m Barak!” I say awkwardly. And repeat my story.

“Oh, she worked out a room for you upstairs. The fellow who usually lives there is in California right now.” Fitting, I think.

I get directions. And that’s where I am now. My friend’s light is off, and she said she’d be jetlagged, so I let her be.

Am having flashbacks to my first trip to Boston, in which I crashed at Random House, thanks to a friend of a friend..

Life’s best as an adventure… had you asked me at my layover in Philly what was going to happen next, I would never have guessed…