What a week. I flew to Indiana on the 23rd and spent a few days with the family. Thursday morning, Mom and Beth dropped me off with my good friends Amy and Courtney, who then took me up to Bloomington for dinner with Abbie and Dave. The five of us had a great time over curries and other yummy dinner treats.
I flew back to New York on Friday and then headed up to Boston the next morning. JOSH and I went up to visit friends. He has high-school chums there, and we both have Delphi-forum friends there. Anna’s visiting from London, and it was great seeing her again. I also saw many of the same people I met during my first visit, back in March 2001.
JOSH and I decided at the last minute that we’d rent a car for the trip, rather than take bus or train. So I hauled out to a couple nearby rental agencies. The only thing available was a Dodge Caravan. That’s right, a minivan. When Christopher saw it, he mockingly whined, “I wanna go to soccer practice!”
Grrr.
The drive itself was unremarkable. We arrived in Boston in late afternoon. I checked into my hotel (JOSH stayed with his friend Rob Saturday night), and then we went up to Comicopia to terrorize poor James Wu. After dropping loads of cash on comics and other geekery, we met Rob and Stephanie and headed to Jillian’s for a few rounds of pool.
Then it was off to Boston Beer Works to meet back up with James, Anna, and the gang. Loads of fun. I must have consumed a couple gallons of beer, though. JOSH and I had great fun at the expense of the City of Boston, when the Beer Works closed up at 1am and spewed us onto the street. “Hey, JOSH, what time you got? My watch must have stopped! Is it 4am already?”
Rob dropped me back at my hotel. Newbury Guest House is a bed-and-breakfast on Newbury Street, which is really one of my favorite places ever. The Guest House was very nice, though. I got the bay-window room, which was charming and quiet.
I need to remember this place, because it would make a lovely weekend away with just the right someone.
I always spend too much money on Newbury. I’m especially fond of Allston Beat, where the clothes are normally way too hip for me, which never really stops me from buying. I wandered the strip alone Sunday morning. Sarah had suggested brunch or lunch and I was waiting to hear from either her or JOSH and Rob. I enjoyed that much more than I expected to. It was the first time I’d had fully alone in nearly a week and it was a great way to while away the time.
We ended up at Jazz brunch at a place called Ryles, which is in Cambridge. Or Somerville–I’m not really sure. I hopped in the minivan and drove out there. JOSH and Rob came up from Plymouth, and Sarah arrived with her buddy Mike in tow. Sunday was leisurely, which I really needed.
Finally, we drove back to New York, after a strange liquor run to New Hampshire (not drinking and driving, but stocking up for the winter), which might be worth a separate post.
Long week and I’m damn tired, but it sure was worth every second.
[EDIT, 10/25/04: I met the lurvely Jenblossom during that weekend, too. Funny how your life changes without you even noticing sometimes.]