9.25.2010
Cambridge to Brookline on Monday night
10:03 p.m. — Slide out of the back seat and say thanks to the nice people who drove you to Harvard Square so you didn't have to walk.
10:04 p.m. — Skirt around the man sitting on the sidewalk, legs splayed, pouring his stomach contents onto the pavement.
10:07 p.m. — Hide behind a pole to avoid the subway musician as you wait for the red line train. His electric keyboard plays a prerecorded tune while he hassles other passengers to pay for his concert. He is unsuccessful, unless you count a Cheetos from two high school boys.
10:10 p.m. — Get on the train and sit across from a girl and her dog. The girl wears several pounds of jewelry, which might or might not include two horse shoes and a hanger hook. Her hair blends gracefully between brown, blonde, and teal — the same shade as her tights tucked neatly into half-laced brown combat boots. Two dreadlocks frame her petite, smiling face, and her short hair in back is gathered into a ponytail. This matches her dog, who is wearing a "There ain't no thing as too much bling" t-shirt and sporting a poufy tail and tiny mohawk with horizontal teal stripes. He quietly befriends nearby passengers with his endearing underbite.
10:19 p.m. — Change from the red to the green line.
10:28 p.m. — Sit next to the window, where you shortly will be joined by a young psychiatrist-in-training reading The Gift of Therapy. He starts the ride with the chapter "Don't be afraid of touching your patient," but he will have advanced to "Never be sexual with patients" by the time you get off the train. An orange foam bat is tucked into his briefcase.
10:31 p.m. — Look across the aisle. You will see a young man in jeans and a grey t-shirt composing a sonata as his K-Swiss sneaker keeps time.
10:39 p.m. — Step off the train into the cool dark night, relishing the silence as you walk towards home.
10:44 p.m. — Stop for the Asian woman speaking loudly at you in Chinese. Spend the next five minutes attempting to understand where she needs to go and explain directions. Ponder the lack of similarity between Chinese and English. Use broad hand gestures for "train" and "that way." Rummage in your bag for pen and paper to draw a map, although you still do not know her destination. Decline her apparent requests for you to act as guide to her unknown destination. Thank the Asian girl riding past on a bike who stops and takes over because she can understand the woman.
10:52 p.m. — Unlock your front door, slip out of your TOMS, and tell your husband and mother-in-law about your trip home.
9.23.2010
Shipping up to Boston College
Ian subscribes to Groupon.com — hooray for frugal spending! We don't often jump on the deals, but Ian spotted $10 tickets to a Boston College football game. And being die-hard college football fans, we couldn't resist.
Dan and Kristin, our first Reunion friends, joined us to watch BC battle Kent State. The weather was perfect for football — warm and sunny with a chill in the breeze.
Compared to all of our prior (and extensive) football experiences, the game wasn't terribly exciting, and the fans were mostly calm families with younger kids. This created a different form of entertainment. More memorable than the action on the field was the little boy in front of us who cheered loudly then asked to go home, insisted his mom save his seat while going to get snacks, and attempted to drink Dr. Pepper with a twizzler without biting off the ends then accidentally dropped it in the bottle. His mom laughed wryly, "You didn't see that coming, did you."
The marching band was also impressive. They have a great sound and on top of that, they have a relationship with Boston local band Dropkick Murphys. Dropkick Murphys play the BC fight song, and the marching band plays "I'm Shipping Up to Boston." The sound of a marching band playing an Irish-flavored rock song is unforgettable.
While it wasn't the same as cheering on our beloved Wildcats at Bill Snyder Family Stadium, it was a great afternoon of Eagles football. Ian promises we'll be back for a more spirited hockey game. Time to start collecting maroon and gold!
Dan and Kristin, our first Reunion friends, joined us to watch BC battle Kent State. The weather was perfect for football — warm and sunny with a chill in the breeze.
Compared to all of our prior (and extensive) football experiences, the game wasn't terribly exciting, and the fans were mostly calm families with younger kids. This created a different form of entertainment. More memorable than the action on the field was the little boy in front of us who cheered loudly then asked to go home, insisted his mom save his seat while going to get snacks, and attempted to drink Dr. Pepper with a twizzler without biting off the ends then accidentally dropped it in the bottle. His mom laughed wryly, "You didn't see that coming, did you."
The marching band was also impressive. They have a great sound and on top of that, they have a relationship with Boston local band Dropkick Murphys. Dropkick Murphys play the BC fight song, and the marching band plays "I'm Shipping Up to Boston." The sound of a marching band playing an Irish-flavored rock song is unforgettable.
While it wasn't the same as cheering on our beloved Wildcats at Bill Snyder Family Stadium, it was a great afternoon of Eagles football. Ian promises we'll be back for a more spirited hockey game. Time to start collecting maroon and gold!
9.16.2010
Butter and Jelly go to the hospital
Two weekends ago, I got home from Reunion and went to change the water in the frogs' tank. Obscure fact about me: I have two African not-so-dwarf water frogs, Butter and Jelly. I used to have three but Peanut died in a tragic exploring accident.
While prepping for the water change, I peered into the top of the tank and realized Butter and Jelly were sick.
Panicked that this was a result of my half-tank water changing experiment, I rushed to the only resource I could think of: Google. After spending an hour pouring over the handful of web sites devoted to the care of ADFs with supplemental aquarium care information, I diagnosed the frogs with a fungal infection (note white patches) and popeye (not to be confused with Popeye) and called around to local pet stores in search of medicine.
Ian, who had been at Reunion leading music for the second gathering while I was dealing with the medical emergency, offered to ride his bike to the pet store and pick up the medicine. He's a good frog owner.
Their aquarium turned into a hospital tank and I faithfully administered the proper dose of medicine every day for five days. I know where all pets eventually go, but I couldn't bear the thought of them belly up because of something I did/didn't do.
It was rough at first, but two weeks later I am happy to report they have made a full recovery back to their normal, hoppy selves. Five years and still kicking!
While prepping for the water change, I peered into the top of the tank and realized Butter and Jelly were sick.
Panicked that this was a result of my half-tank water changing experiment, I rushed to the only resource I could think of: Google. After spending an hour pouring over the handful of web sites devoted to the care of ADFs with supplemental aquarium care information, I diagnosed the frogs with a fungal infection (note white patches) and popeye (not to be confused with Popeye) and called around to local pet stores in search of medicine.
Ian, who had been at Reunion leading music for the second gathering while I was dealing with the medical emergency, offered to ride his bike to the pet store and pick up the medicine. He's a good frog owner.
Their aquarium turned into a hospital tank and I faithfully administered the proper dose of medicine every day for five days. I know where all pets eventually go, but I couldn't bear the thought of them belly up because of something I did/didn't do.
It was rough at first, but two weeks later I am happy to report they have made a full recovery back to their normal, hoppy selves. Five years and still kicking!
9.14.2010
Megan survived Hurricane Earl.
We had a lovely Labor Day weekend with our good friend Megan, who flew in Thursday evening. After a (hopefully) restful night on our air mattress, we sent her off into the city to explore while we worked. Then, true to our new tradition, we brought her to Zaftigs to indulge in the essence of Brookline (i.e. tasty Jewish food).
We slept through (wimpy) Hurricane Earl and woke up to a beautiful Saturday morning. So much for our first hurricane. After lounging around, we headed to Orinoco for lunch. It's a great way to avoid the dinner crowds, and their corn pocket sandwiches and traditional empanadas make a delicious light meal.
From there, we took the green line to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. We'd heard it is a can't-miss museum in Boston, and Megan was the perfect excuse to visit. At $12 a ticket, it's much cheaper (albeit smaller) than the MFA, and offers a decidedly unique experience.
In Ms. Gardner's will, she stipulated the museum not change, so every item is exactly where she placed it. It's next to impossible to decipher how she organized her collection, leading to the conclusion that either a) she was an eccentric rich lady who always got her way, or b) she was intelligent in a way we can't understand.
The seemingly illogical nature of the rooms was a little distracting at times, and it was strange to see bits of art cemented into place instead of painstakingly preserved as they would be today. But the art is pretty incredible. John Singer Sargent's El Jaleo (1882) hangs at the end of a long hall — a captivating image that draws you in. And the ethereal Lady in Yellow (1888) by Thomas Wilmer Dewing is among my favorites.
That night, we attended Micah and Marianna's football + Chick-fil-a party. I didn't take photos and they did such a great job recapping, I'll defer to them. Suffice to say, it was a taste of home shared with great company, and our mint chocolate chip shakes were a hit!
After Reunion on Sunday, we headed to Cambridge for an afternoon of wandering.
After a couple hours exploring Harvard, we headed to Coolidge Corner and met Ryan and Tyra to catch The American. I would like to warn you this film is not a thriller or an action movie. But because it was billed as such, we were all sorely disappointed. And because of the "thriller" label, we assumed the R-rating came from violence. Not so. It was the other kind of R-rated. Why do films/literature insist on being so explicit? Why is this considered "mature" and "serious art?" What is not shown can communicate just as powerfully (Alfred Hitchcock) and takes more talent. A moving story is buried in this slow-as-molasses film, but it's not worth the digging.
Monday morning we headed downtown on a fastforward of our standard Boston tour.
It was with heavy hearts we said goodbye Tuesday morning. Megan — it was so good to have you, and we're so thankful for your friendship. Come back soon!
9.07.2010
a concert at Copley
She sat down on a bench near the bus stop at Copley Square, far away from the men smoking cigarettes to mask the scent from a sickly-sweet joint tucked neatly between fingers, hidden in a palm, passed from hand to hand.
She seemed to have a checklist of colors while dressing in the morning. Green bandana. Orange hair. Black boxer shorts with flecks of color. Grey tank top. Red socks. Brown combat boots.
She pulled a cd player and headphones from her tattered bag. After a push of a button, her voice, belting "Love Shack," echoed from the Hancock Tower to Trinity Church as if Copley were a karaoke bar with no accompaniment.
Her legs began bouncing. Soon she was no longer on the bench, but dancing across the pavement as she sucked on a cigarette, performing to please no one but herself.
9.06.2010
Ian is an ESPN.com sports (fan) star
Football season is here. In fact, we were at a UNC vs. LSU watch party this weekend with some friends. Which reminded me, back in May one of Ian's lifelong dreams came true and I failed to blog about it. I'm correcting that problem now.
His dream? Make it on ESPN.
The ESPN.com article gave an early look at the upcoming bowl season and for the graphic, they selected a few photos of fans at football games. Which was on the front page of the ESPN.com college football section. Ian isn't too hard to miss. We received lots of e-mails, texts, and Facebook messages letting us know Ian's now a sports (fan) star, in all his painted-chest glory.
And for the record, he is just as ready to support the Wildcats this year. Go State!
His dream? Make it on ESPN.
screenshot of ESPN.com |
The ESPN.com article gave an early look at the upcoming bowl season and for the graphic, they selected a few photos of fans at football games. Which was on the front page of the ESPN.com college football section. Ian isn't too hard to miss. We received lots of e-mails, texts, and Facebook messages letting us know Ian's now a sports (fan) star, in all his painted-chest glory.
screenshot of ESPN.com |
And for the record, he is just as ready to support the Wildcats this year. Go State!
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