Boston

False alarm

I am spending the weekend in Boston with my dear friend Christina. Boston is one of my favorite cities, and Christina is one of my favorite friends, so in other words, everything is wonderful. Before I boarded my flight on Thursday, I got an email from Christina saying, “Hope your flight leaves on time and…

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“I think I’ll go to Boston”

If you were to look at the “Most Played” playlist in my iTunes*, right there at the very top of the list would be “Boston” by Augustana.  Number one. This strikes me as very strange, since I don’t really love this song so much I want to marry it.  I mean, sure, it’s catchy –…

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Gone to Pleasure Bay

So much has happened in the last day. First of all, the helium balloon. WHAT. Is this the weirdest story ever?  First of all, that this Jiffy Pop contraption actually existed – and in someone’s backyard, no less.  Secondly, that the entire country was thrown into a frenzy when it was reported that there was…

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A collection of thoughts

Controversial foods that I happen to love: Olives Mushrooms Beets Controversial foods that I happen to hate: Tuna Pickles Cauliflower Cauliflower is the worst. It makes me think of cauliflower ear. I have a serious addiction to chewing gum, but I ran out about 8 days ago, and have yet to buy a new pack….

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Overkill

Last night, I left Christina and Dan’s apartment to meet them at their downtown law firm. In addition to running a bit behind, the sidewalks were slushy from the previous day’s snow, so rather than walking, I decided to take a cab. I don’t know how, but I somehow made it to last night without…

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A very Boston day

This afternoon, I walked from Beacon Hill to the Back Bay, and then over to Cambridge to explore Harvard, and finally, back to Beacon Hill. It was about an 8-mile walk, and it felt good to stretch my legs after, you know, quitting exercise this fall. Boston is beautiful, and if I wasn’t so set…

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Overheard in Boston

“I mean, how ironic is this: I’m a ROOFER, and I got SHINGLES.” Pure poetry.

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Fung Wahhhhhhh????

I am convinced that the loneliest feeling in the world is walking through the streets of New York on a Sunday morning all by one’s self, pulling over 100 lbs. of luggage, and having to navigate the stairs down into the subway. Oh, and then to eject said self from the train straight back up…

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