Moving days are here again. Total chaos in the streets. Let’s check in around the greater Boston metro region to see how the local clans are handling the migration:

CAMBRIDGE

Moving Vehicle of Choice:
Overloaded Subaru, Prious, or old pickup truck borrowed from local sustainable farm.

Sidewalk Leftovers:
Boxes of Marxist literature, Ikea couches, unwanted less hip vinyl collections, crinkled Obama “Hope” posters, biotech team softball t-shirts, general airy residue infused with a smug sense of social & artistic superiority.

Overheard Conversation:
“I mean, I liked moving day before anyone knew about it. Before it got all mainstream, right?”

Recovery Drink of Choice:
$15 retro cocktail or ironically consumed PBR

BROOKLINE

Moving Vehicle of Choice:
Rented U-haul, Jeep Cherokee, slightly older BMW 3 series, Kosher moving van.

Sidewalk Leftovers:
Pottery Barn end tables, Zaftigs leftovers, a nice picture frame, $15,478 worth of parking tickets thrown by infuriated non-resident guests, healthy schmeer of clean but boring post-college to late thirties ennui.

Overheard Conversation:
“Well if we want to get crazy, I know this bar in Coolidge Corner that stays open until midnight. I kid thee not.”

Recovery Drink of Choice:
Sam Adams, thank you.

BRIGHTON

Moving Vehicle of Choice:
Beat up U-haul, parent’s minivan, this sick Ford Explorer my buddy Chuck said we could borrow.

Sidewalk Leftovers:
Shredded furniture, broken halogen lamps, BC paraphernalia, a rat inexplicably stuck in a beer bottle, thick haze of boozed out bros just havin’ a good time.

Overheard Conversation:
“Dude in the apartment across the street? Totally gay. Seriously, bro. Saw him wearing dress shoes.”

Recovery Drink of Choice:
Couple of 12-packs of whatever Chip and Billy bring back. Where are those guys?

BEACON HILL

Moving Vehicle of Choice:
Whatever truck those fellows we contracted happen to own.

Sidewalk Leftovers:
Persian rugs, Topsiders, last year’s madras patterns, that hideous vase your aunt regifted, wafting aroma of old-money confidence & tanned vacationing

Overheard Conversation:
“I don’t want to argue, Virginia. Just pop Madison’s collar and put him back in the stroller.”

Recovery Drink of Choice:
Pseudo-slumming beer at the Beacon Hill Pub or glass of zinfandel in the back garden.

ALLSTON

Moving Vehicle of Choice:
Band van, old Toyota hatchback, stolen shopping carts.

Sidewalk Leftovers:
Punctured stereo speakers, futon frames, puke, a thousand indie/punk/electro-clash dreams (with, like, this cool chill-wave influence I guess).

Overheard Conversation:
“That guy Carlos said he could do some show posters for us. You know, fuckin’ Carlos, man.”

Recovery Drink of Choice:
30-rack of PBR