My sweet friend S. met me at the T station, took me for dinner at a truly Italian restaurant, Giacomo's (where the waiter literally tapped me on the shoulder and said, "hey, which'a you got the ravioli?"), to her favorite place for the best cannoli I've ever had, then let me stay the night at her apartment. All of this after I forgot to remind her I was coming & she only just happened to check Facebook after my plane had landed! Today, before my flight out, I had a couple hours to wander the city, and I really discovered how much I like it. I still may not be a fan of baseball or snow, but I'm now a big fan of Boston. I'll be back.
Next stop: Portland, Oregon!
Today I am so happy and grateful for:
~ kind, giving friends
~ deeeeelicious food
~ historic port cities (love 'em!)
xo! n.
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Okay, gonna put this as diplomatically as possible, considering I spent nearly 19 YEARS (actually, only 18 years, 5 months, 17 days, 7 hours, and 35 minutes, counting time spent on the tarmac before the plane left the ground) in Boston, and this has actually biased me AGAINST Boston:
ReplyDeleteFair warning: Boston is like that dude you decide to get into a relationship with after he sets you all a-flutter with a wonderfully fun first date that sweeps you off your feet and makes him look "charming" and "soulful" and "well versed."
It's only after you've been together for a few weeks and he suggests that you "move in together" to save on stuff like rent and living expenses when you notice all this other stuff about him that makes him a whole lot less "charming" and "soulful" and "well-versed," such as his bad temper and questionable hygiene practices and the calls from some mysterious woman who hangs up immediately when YOU answer the phone before he's had the chance to pick up the receiver and hurry into the next room speaking in hushed yet urgent tones, and that the wonderful "date" he took you on that got you hooked a few weeks ago was actually some well practiced pickup-artist routine that he's worked on all of your many predecessors.
But yeah, that WAS a hell of a good first impression...
Don't get me wrong: some of the greatest people I know are from Boston, the operative word being "FROM."
Anyway, GO SOX!
I love Boston! It's one of my favorite cities.
ReplyDeleteThough after Liam's comment, I guess I'm glad MIT was (amusingly) Dan's safety school for his Ph.D. I had wanted to move there!