The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
This weekend was amazing. I flew north to Boston for the holiday and had a wonderful time. I left bright n' early Saturday and, with the exception of a slight coffee incident during my layover in the windy city, made it to Logan without a problem. Karen met me at the airport, and we took the T back to her place in Brookline. Let me just start by saying that Karen lives (to quote her sister) in a fricken' palace. Seriously, I didn't think that apartments like this existed in large cities- or at least, not at prices that most of us can afford. Huge rooms, 10 or 12 foot ceilings, acres of closet space...yes, it is official. I have apartment envy. I'm going to work on it. We dropped off my things, and then decided to walk around Brookline before dinner. Now, for those of you non-Bostonians, Brookline is this super-posh town in the middle of Boston that is so snobby they refused to actually refused to be made part of the city. Karen lives about a block off what seems to be the main drag, so to speak, which is a lovely tree-shaded street with tons of boutique-y type shops and restaurants. We walked up and down for a while, then decided to head to this amazing icecream store for desert before dinner. Now, I'm not a huge fan of ice cream- I like it occasionally, but never go out of my way for it, and hardly every have it. I think I may have had icecream two or three times in the last six months... but this stuff was absolutely amazing. It was so rich and sweet I couldn't finish my order, and trust me, I wanted to. After desert we walked around, killing some time waiting for the power outage to be fixed so we could have dinner. Finally around 7:30 we headed out to Fugakyu which is simply one of the BEST sushi restaurants I have ever come across. We had horribly unhealthy sushi (yes, there is such a thing- think spicy mayo and tempura) which I almost never get because it usually tastes...wrong somehow. This time? I have no words. It was amazing. We walked a little bit of the food off on the way back to Karen's to change, and then a little more on the way out to Debbie's. Debbie lives a convenient 15 minute walk from Karen, so we headed over there. We had a great time chatting, watching Family Guy, and looking at Debbie's pictures from Poland (and trips through Europe) which just reminded me that I really REALLY want to travel. Soon. After that, it was off to The Kells for some drinks and dancing. The place was a bit of, as Debbie warned us, a "meat market," but we had fun despite the skeevy guys. On the way back to Karen's, we were stopped in the street by a cute Irish guy. "Excuse me, do you speak english?" "Uh, yeah..." "Can you tell me where white horse tavern...er, pub...bar is?" "White Horse Tavern? Sorry, no idea." "Ah. Well, listen, where are all the loose women?" "Excuse me?" "Look, I have work tomorrow, and I really just need to go home with someone. Where are all the loose women?" "Look, try the Kells, it's right over there- it's a total meat market."
It was so weird, but in a refreshingly honest sort of way- it's nice to meet a guy who is so up front about what he wants. The Irish accent (though it certainly could have been fake) added to his charm as well.
Sunday was a day of marathons- we spent a fun seven hours at the MOS, one and a half of which was passed watching The Mystery of the Nile at the Omni theater. Ok, yes, five hours is still an insanely long time to spend in one museum, but still- they had all these cool biology exhibits. I honestly can't remember when I enjoyed a museum more. Later that night we headed out to Brockton to hang out with Laurie and Steve. That was just insanely fun- alcohol and cross dressing were involved- and it made me realize just how much I miss those two. We actually spent another seven hours there and didn't make it back to Karen's until well after four in the morning- needless to say, that meant getting up on Monday was a challenge. Monday found us having breakfast at a great little crepes place, and then it was off to the airport so I could wing my way home to Raleigh. The weekend was far, far to short and I wish I'd had more time to spend with everyone.
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