1.07.2005
boston
It snowed again today. Which was nice - it was beautiful from indoors, which was where I stayed for the entire day. Down in New Jersey, my former employers had a 2 hour delay. My high school alma mater decided last night that they were going to cancel school for the entire day, as did a huge number of their partners in education. My younger brother's school did not, though, much to his dismay. Ha ha...
Unfortunately, at about noon, it all turned to freezing rain, which allowed the snow to develop a nice crust and which made travel on the roads particularly disgusting. One of my friends casually joked that this is weather that makes you long for England. No kidding. Slush is awful.
So I went to Costco and bought that tub of dry roasted peanuts. I know, I'm being bad... I also bought the official Major League Baseball World Series DVD. Man, I love this town. Yesterday, as I was driving into downtown Boston for a date (more on this in a moment), I stopped by Fenway Park to pay my respects. Drove all the way around it and parked and walked around a bit. OK, so I was looking for a scarf for a friend - an ultimately useless exercise, as baseball is a summer sport, and therefore in no need of scarves. So yeah, I watched the DVD when I got home. Excitement, desperation, exhileration, joy, pride. This is what it's all about. I so missed watching this with friends I could scream at and with whom I could celebrate. Watching a sport about which you feel passionate all alone makes loneliness that much worse.
Yesterday, Diana and I went to see the Art Deco exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts. First of all, it was nice to go on a date for the first time in ages. Secondly, I love Art Deco, and this was quite an exhibit. Some of my favorite posters (the famous ones, like the Normandie one), wrought iron gates, jewelry, even dresses and odd looking pieces of furniture. Having admired Art Deco from afar without much real knowledge, it was nice to get a chance to learn a bit about its influences and different constituent styles. Well put together, though a bit steep, price-wise. Lunch was also good: Brown Sugar Cafe, in the Fenway (just blocks from the park!). Brown Sugar is a nice, well-hidden jewel of a restaurant with really authentic Thai food. It serves Pad Thai, of course, but then it also serves real Pad Thai, which is spicier, more flavorful, and just more appetizing than the nonsense that you get elsewhere. I had the Drunken Noodles, which packed quite a bit of heat, but which also contained probably a few dozen cloves of garlic and a lot of Thai basil. Delicious. *THIS* is what I'm going to miss about Boston. That and the Sox. And my family. And my girlfriend. And cable TV. And the Patriots. OK, you caught me - we have cable TV in Oxford.
Unfortunately, at about noon, it all turned to freezing rain, which allowed the snow to develop a nice crust and which made travel on the roads particularly disgusting. One of my friends casually joked that this is weather that makes you long for England. No kidding. Slush is awful.
So I went to Costco and bought that tub of dry roasted peanuts. I know, I'm being bad... I also bought the official Major League Baseball World Series DVD. Man, I love this town. Yesterday, as I was driving into downtown Boston for a date (more on this in a moment), I stopped by Fenway Park to pay my respects. Drove all the way around it and parked and walked around a bit. OK, so I was looking for a scarf for a friend - an ultimately useless exercise, as baseball is a summer sport, and therefore in no need of scarves. So yeah, I watched the DVD when I got home. Excitement, desperation, exhileration, joy, pride. This is what it's all about. I so missed watching this with friends I could scream at and with whom I could celebrate. Watching a sport about which you feel passionate all alone makes loneliness that much worse.
Yesterday, Diana and I went to see the Art Deco exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts. First of all, it was nice to go on a date for the first time in ages. Secondly, I love Art Deco, and this was quite an exhibit. Some of my favorite posters (the famous ones, like the Normandie one), wrought iron gates, jewelry, even dresses and odd looking pieces of furniture. Having admired Art Deco from afar without much real knowledge, it was nice to get a chance to learn a bit about its influences and different constituent styles. Well put together, though a bit steep, price-wise. Lunch was also good: Brown Sugar Cafe, in the Fenway (just blocks from the park!). Brown Sugar is a nice, well-hidden jewel of a restaurant with really authentic Thai food. It serves Pad Thai, of course, but then it also serves real Pad Thai, which is spicier, more flavorful, and just more appetizing than the nonsense that you get elsewhere. I had the Drunken Noodles, which packed quite a bit of heat, but which also contained probably a few dozen cloves of garlic and a lot of Thai basil. Delicious. *THIS* is what I'm going to miss about Boston. That and the Sox. And my family. And my girlfriend. And cable TV. And the Patriots. OK, you caught me - we have cable TV in Oxford.
