Today’s post brought to you in part by guest blogger Lauren Smith — a November Project Boston regular who stopped by Chicago this past week before she moves to DC for the next chapter of her life.
Strange events seem to follow me. A partial list includes: 1. Being questioned by the police at UConn freshman year, because they thought I was either an arsonist or that I was withholding information about said arsonist’s identity (I was innocent, but my family called me Sparky for the rest of the year) 2. Getting a concussion in college, not from playing on my school’s club soccer team, but by hitting my head on a concrete pole in my dorm’s lobby, in the midst of a dance party study break and 3. Joining this bizarre morning fitness cult group not because I read/heard about them in Runner’s World or through a friend, but because I met a dude returning from Burning Man in line for the bathroom on a flight from Phoenix to Boston (Hi, Malcolm Purinton!).
