Driving across the bridge at night with the windows rolled down.
Getting hilariously lost and eventually figuring out where you are in relation to the Pru (or the Citgo sign, for that matter.)
Friday night singalongs at Jake Wirth's, and how Pianoman judges song appropriateness by the lateness of the hour. ("Lola? At 8:00? Ask me again when everyone's had a few more drinks.")
The view from the windows of the train when the Red Line rolls across the river at the MGH stop.
Umbrella jousting with Newbury Street crowds on a rainy Saturday morning.
T operators who see you running down the stairs and hold the train for you.
Dinner at Bluefin. Or Addis Red Sea. Or Shabu-ya. Or Fugakyu. Or any Indian restaurant you can find.
The North End. All of the North End.
That immediate bond you feel with other pedestrians when a driver does someting monumentally stupid. Especially when you all start cussing him out at the same time.
Walking all the way from Kendall to Porter on a beautiful day.
Hot taro milk bubble tea.
Irish coffee at 1:00am in some random pub you've never seen before.
$10 nosebleed seats at the theatre.
The thick, thick accents of the T operators. "Next stop: Pahk Street."
Waiting for the bus on a freezing winter night and huddling with your closest friends for warmth.
The way you have to work together to hold each other up on a crowded Green Line train.
Building a Halloween costume from whatever random pieces you can find at the Garment District.
Running to catch your movie at the AMC Boston Common after one of those ridiculously strong cocktails in Chinatown. Bonus points for high heels.
Game day. Even if you're not going to the game.
The way certain T stations will always be under construction.
The way the old and the new bleed into each other - the sheer amount of character in each square foot of architechure.
A quiet morning and a Dunkin iced coffee the size of your torso.
The sarcasm, the abrasiveness, the snark, the gallows humor. The knowledge that despite all of it, these people have your back.
Descending into the tunnel on the drive from Logan and knowing that when you get to the other side, you'll be home.
