Tonight
Maggie Gyllenhaal.
and I were at the same event.
True.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
July 5, 2010
Guess what?
I had the day off.
So what did I do?
The original plan was to go to the Museum of Fine Arts with the borrowed members pass. However, the YSA crew was going to the beach. So I thought, hey, I'll go to the museum then head over to the beach afterward. So I hopped on the public transit system and met a boy who was going apartment hunting. He is starting a job at Microsoft within the next few weeks. Go him. He got off and I realized I was on the wrong route. So I hopped off. Then hoped back on. Then I looked over and saw some YSA members so I thought, hey, I'll just go with them to the beach right now. Which I did. Revere Beach.
Rumor has it that Revere Beach is the Massachusetts version of Jersey Shore. Some people have hopes that MTV will produce a show called Massholes to follow up Jersey Shore. That might have been too much.
So the beach felt great. Jarom brought grapes which has an alternative scientific explanation. It was a perfect beach day. Hot. And the water felt great.
I left America's first public beach established in 1896, shortly there after to go to the Museum of Fine Arts. I really should have left myself more time to view the museum because there was so much to see. It was brilliant. There were Van Gough's, Picasso's, and Monet's alongside ancient Egyptian artifacts that I couldn't help but thinking how awesome it would have been to uncover. I also met a "ski bum," if you know what that is, outside the place. I had a favorite piece but I'll have to get back to you on the name.
Next stop: Faneuil Hall.
Also known as the Cradle of Liberty, Faneuil Hall is where the colonists began to protest against the Sugar and Stamp act. Fortunately, a Duck Tours vehicle drove up and stoped to look at the building so I was able to overhear the tour guide spill.
Across the Street to Quincey Market.
This was fun. I was just in time for the trapeze street performers. Inside the market were dozens of places to eat. I got some classic New England Clam Chowder and a Boston Cream Pie. Classic. It was a hot day for soup, but it was perfect for the moment.
Followed by the Old State House.
Here the Declaration of Independence was proclaimed for the first time. Yes. I did feel very patriotic this 4th of July weekend.
Next stop: FHE at the new stake center.
It was red, white, and blue themed. We played a, how well do you know our country? type game. It was funny with a bunch of MIT and Harvard kids especially when it came to questions certain bonded elements and other things like that. We also had sandwhiches and always, a game of ultimate frisbee after, which we played until 10.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
4th of July in New England
If you can't be in Lake Powell for the 4th of July then I would recommend Boston.
After church, I went with the family to watch fireworks on the roof of the Museum of Science. Pretty exclusive. Members only. We enjoyed listening to the broadcast performance of the Boston Pops Orchestra featuring Toby Keith which make me feel more like the wild wild west than I do at home.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
July 3, 2010
Got up.
Ran.
Explored Concord.
Walden Pond was closed until 30 minutes after the hour and I didn't have that kind of time so I headed over to Minute Man National Park to see the Old North Bridge. This is where the "shot heard around the world" occurred. The Americans were commanded for the first time to fire back at the Brittish. The works.
Went to a baptism.
Worked a 10 year old girl birthday party.
Around 9:00 I ventured to Vanerbuilt Hall, of Harvard Medical Student housing, to play cards.
The room we played in was similar to that of the Gryffindor Common room at Hogwarts. Just imagine the Sorting Hat yelling, "Vanerbuilt!"
We played cards from 10:00 p.m.-3:00 a.m. Most of which was Scum. I was King for the first hour but lost it from there.
After, we went back to Ashley's apartment and, I was starving and she fed me, tired and she gave me a futon which was shared with Kendra.
Woke up.
Happy 4th of July!
Went to church at the Davis Square church building.
*Thanks to Ashley for letting us crash at her place.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Harvard! Last Stop for Culture
Now the moment you've all been waiting for. . .
A week with Baby Girl da Prince
Rosie Staes.
And boy, we had fun.
Starting with Monday.
We enjoyed some zen pound cake sent from with love from dessertbistro.com. We're loved, no questions asked. Rosie and I watched the kiddies and caught up all afternoon.
Tuesday.
I met up with Rosie and her family in Boston late afternoon. I ate a peach then shook her uncle's hand which made his hand sticky. We shopped Newbury Street and bought loads of Gucci sunglasses and our driver had to deliver them home for us before he could continue to drive us around. Rosie got a sweater and looked at getting the hottest bag of the season. We walked around the Public Gardens and met Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Oack, Pack and Quack. We talked to a women who was almost positive she really didn't know where the J.Crew was and got a nice boy on a bike to take our picture so we took one of him as he pulled away. Rosie's uncle picked us up and we headed out to our sailing lesson.
Yes, that was rather casual. What I mean is OUR SAILING LESSON! If sailboats were cars ranging from a Winnebago to a Porsche, we were driving a Minicooper. Perfect. The only thing I can think of to say next is, it was so fun. It's a rather technical sport, and a sport–not just a cruising around thing. I need to commit to an ab workout in order to be prepared for the next time we go. Prepared for hiking that is. And perhaps it'd be helpful if I were more agile. The lake was beautiful and probably the same one Gatsby saw the Green Light on. It most definitely was a different kind of boating from what I'm use to but enjoyable. It was also nice of Rosie and her expert uncle to teach me.
After sailing we ordered take out at a Thai restaurant, went to get ice cream where we got mistaken for mistresses, and then picked up our Thai food to eat it back at Rosie's aunt's house. Get this–Rosie is growing away from the picky eating of her younger years. I hope you enjoy that link.
Wednesday.
Red Sox Game. We were late due to me and scalpers don't take credit cards. But we made it and I soaked it all in. Reflecting on the night, I am still taking it all in. Fenway Park. Sweet Caroline. Fenway Franks. Not everyone gets to do that. They got killed by the Devil Rays which meant we could move up into the better seats because people left. Catherine was good at that. It was a beautiful thing. Check that off the Boston and Bucket list.
Friday.
Fortunately, Rosie's flight to NY got canceled so we had all of Friday to do somethin crazy. It started with a bike ride to Minute-Man National Park. Loved the granny bike.
We headed off to Harvard Square for dinner at Bartley's Burger. I'm not really a burger person, but these were good. I had the Kevin Garnett burger and I woke up the next day, alive. It was delicious. Not to mention crowded. We were seated with an awkward first date couple. They sat inches away from us and asked if we could pass the ketchup. Here you go. You were right when you said this wasn't a very good first date restaurant.
Mmm. . .that was a good dinner. We walked around a bit then Rosie and I knew it was ice cream time, which we ate by a talented street performer. Another observer informed us that he was playing the Beatles. Thanks man. It was delightful walking around Harvard Square full, entertained, with good company, and happy.
Good luck in NYC!
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