So how does this story go? I've spent the last eighteen months "temporarily" living in a tiny rented room a long way out of town. Now at long last I'm finally all moved into my own apartment. It has garage parking and FIOS and track lighting and a shower stall with a glass door. And, last but far from least, there's an MBTA commuter rail stop right across the street; Boston is now easily accessible, or at least as accessible as the place ever gets.
So, uh, I should probably get a life or something now, right? What is there to do in this town, anyway?