For example, I am now living in a completely different apartment.
Long story short, the student we were subleasing from got an eviction notice for nonpayment of rent, and the management was constantly sneaking in without previously notifying us, so we got fed up and moved.
Tay flew in to visit two days before, so he got to participate in the packing and cleaning. Again. I took a half day Thursday and all of Friday off to spend time with Tay. Tay, who arrived still limping from a sprained ankle, proceeded to walk the entire Freedom Trail through the downtown, culminating in a climb up the spiraling steps to the top of the Bunker Hill monumental obelisk.
That afternoon, we took took a duck boat ride and then met Saori for drinks and dinner at Trade in the financial district. Friday, we walked Newbury street, met Saori for Thai lunch, and then biked our way across town to the Gardner museum.
At some point, we went to dinner at the Union Oyster House, which is the oldest continously operating restaurant in the US. Apparently the building sheltered the last emperor in exile of France, and is incredibly ancient. As it turns out, it's a giant tourist trap. Not much of a wait to get in. Tons of dining spaces. The waitresses all wear special apron/bibs with the restaurant logo on it, and the entire place was filled with tourists and their screaming kids. I joked that we would have to hit the gift shop on our way out, not yet realizing that they did indeed have a gift shop, stocked with tee shirts, mugs, boston and lobster pariphenalia, and my personal favorite, clam puppets.
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| Bonus: you use your fingers to control the eyes. We told jokes that were so terrible, the staff were shellshocked and told us to clam up. |
Saturday, we walked Harvard and MIT together with Saori, and then hit up Regina Pizzaira for a pizza dinner. Afterwards, we walked out of North End to the movies to catch the latest Batman movie. We agreed that it definitely wasn't as good as the second one, and not really up to the hype. While I liked the cinematography and the sets, the actual equipment and suits I thought were really kind of stupid. Overly technical. Plus, the story was not that great- one again we're fighting a nuclear bomb and a vaguely near-eastern looking hordes. And Batman is supposed to be a detective. The World's Greatest Detective, actually. But all he does in this one is get into brawls and run around. In fact he does seem to miss some rather obvious clues with catastrophic consequences.
That night, we met up with the rest of our house mates and decided to tag along to a night of drinking and clubs. We stopped at a gay bar long enough to enter and exit, but Tay and I were still hit on by a guy who complimented our hair. We got a few drinks at another bar and got ready to move onto the club.
Saori's shoes were really bothering her, so Saori and I decided to split from the group and head back to the apartment, and Tay decided to stick with the house mates. They all went out to the clubs and then hit a 24 hour diner afterwards, sounded like a great time.
Sunday, we slept in and took a lazy day. We were thinking that maybe we would get to the beach but it was cold and rainy all day, so we hit up a nearby bakery/cafe and played bananagrams and durak for a few hours. It was a great time, just chatting and joking, and whiling away the hours with coffee and pastries.
That night, we walked over to Newbury street for dinner at Tapeo, a spanish restaurant. They have some pretty killer tapas plates and we split a small paella. No question- it's an expensive place. But if you bring three people there's more than enough paella to go around and its only $10 a person. The difficulty is resisting the tempting tapas plates and glasses of sangria. (Still not as good as ours).
This morning, I hugged my brother goodbye and watched him get in a cab at 5 am for the airport, all of us totally exhausted.
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