jere7my | Busy weekend (Reply)

After spending a week feeling weary, achy, and scattered, I decided on Friday to show my body who's boss, which led into a pretty packed weekend:

Friday, I rode my bike nine miles to the aquarium, which marked my first time riding in downtown Boston traffic. Once there, I spent a lot of time communing with a cuttlefish, which floated in front of me, eye to eye, like a tiny tentacled dirigible. They can change the color and texture of their skin, and even when they're not actively doing so the chromatophores in their skin flicker, exactly as though someone were watching a TV inside them. Such beautiful animals. (And delicious ones.) I also saw mossy frogs, which look very much like plastic Swamp Thing action figures, as well as the usual array of moray eels, sea dragons, penguins, and jellies. Then nine miles home, which left me feeling energized and more in control of my physical self. I tackled the end of chapter 29, and knocked it out by 2AM.

Saturday was the Scottish ball, which occupied us from 3PM onward. We and another dancer were in charge of the after party, so we spent a lot of time scurrying about arranging food, but we still had plenty of time for dinner and dancing with friends. Apart from a calf cramp toward the end of the night, I had quite a lovely time, and enjoyed showing off my new(ish) kilt. Since we had to stay until the bitter end of the after party, we got home around 2AM, which was a bit late for K. I stayed up to boil me some water.

Today I headed to Somerville to see the Museum of Modern Renaissance, which was open for Somerville Open Studios. (The pictures on the site are well worth checking out — the interior is sort of a crazy outsider art explosion.) I happened to get there at the right time to both bump into elusiveat and hear ten minutes of a glass harmonica concert in the brilliantly colored main hall. Soothing and wondrous; it got me out of myself for a bit. Then I walked to a spot near Porter to collect a scrap of drywall from another Open Studios artist (I have a hole to patch), and on to the big May Day festival in Harvard Square¹, via a moderately inefficient dead-reckoning route that had me worried for a while but worked out in the end. I met adfamiliares and obtained dinner from a sweet-as-peaches Thai street vendor, then did the iced mocha shuffle described in my previous post. Now I'm home, with writing to do. Whee!