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Giants fan visits Boston, survives
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sinsofthedove this weekend! She was in Boston to take a look at Harvard Div, and crashed in the guest room here at 32 Montfern. She departed at ugly-o-clock this morning; I'm told I was awake for it, but I have my doubts.
On Friday, I met her in Harvard Square for lunch at Fire & Ice (tasty food, but the 80s called: they want their decor back). Then, in the vaunted exhibit halls of the Harvard Museum of Natural History, we gawped at whale skeletons (baleen dangling overhead like shaggy bearskin rugs), fled from rictus-faced monkeys, and imitated ivory-billed woodpeckers — an impulsive jaunt, but a successful one. At midnight, we attended a really charming and entertaining Sex Workers' Art Show with a sold-out crowd at the Coolidge (more on that anon); I felt so hip and cutting-edge! (And heterosexual!)
Our Saturday catalog of excesses: we walked around downtown more than we should've in search of the Windsor Button Factory, crammed more BBQ and nachos than we should've into our tummies at Red Bones, and ate more Kickass cupcakes than we should've in Diesel. We crammed a lot of excellent conversation into our ears, too — which, hm, makes it sound much less appealing than it actually was. I spend so much time sitting alone in Diesel with a book or a notebook; it was pleasantly unusual to be one of the conversation-having people on the couches. And how else would I have learned everything I now know about Rowan yarn?1
Finlay's a great friend; I don't see her nearly enough. She makes me feel helpful and wise, when much of the time I feel intrusive and bumbling. Who'd'a'thunk?
1 Which is: "There is a variety of yarn that is known as 'Rowan' yarn."
sinsofthedove this weekend! She was in Boston to take a look at Harvard Div, and crashed in the guest room here at 32 Montfern. She departed at ugly-o-clock this morning; I'm told I was awake for it, but I have my doubts.On Friday, I met her in Harvard Square for lunch at Fire & Ice (tasty food, but the 80s called: they want their decor back). Then, in the vaunted exhibit halls of the Harvard Museum of Natural History, we gawped at whale skeletons (baleen dangling overhead like shaggy bearskin rugs), fled from rictus-faced monkeys, and imitated ivory-billed woodpeckers — an impulsive jaunt, but a successful one. At midnight, we attended a really charming and entertaining Sex Workers' Art Show with a sold-out crowd at the Coolidge (more on that anon); I felt so hip and cutting-edge! (And heterosexual!)
Our Saturday catalog of excesses: we walked around downtown more than we should've in search of the Windsor Button Factory, crammed more BBQ and nachos than we should've into our tummies at Red Bones, and ate more Kickass cupcakes than we should've in Diesel. We crammed a lot of excellent conversation into our ears, too — which, hm, makes it sound much less appealing than it actually was. I spend so much time sitting alone in Diesel with a book or a notebook; it was pleasantly unusual to be one of the conversation-having people on the couches. And how else would I have learned everything I now know about Rowan yarn?1
Finlay's a great friend; I don't see her nearly enough. She makes me feel helpful and wise, when much of the time I feel intrusive and bumbling. Who'd'a'thunk?
1 Which is: "There is a variety of yarn that is known as 'Rowan' yarn."
