Been so long! We’re back in Philly after the Muscle-Weekend-Of-Danger-and-Excellence in Boston. I’d like to relive it as long as possible, so…
Friday: The drive was gray, foggy and rainy and I kept rubbing my eyes, thinking I was going blind, before I realized I need new windshield wipers. So, the good news is, I’m not going blind. We spent the night with Sam and Adam and Alex, who, as promised, is delicious. The men braved the storm for excellent Chinese takeout (such good providers!), while the women talked Wedding and passed Alex back and forth. Michael proved to have unexpected talents minding the baby… good to know. We slept well.
Saturday: First stop – Harvard Square! A quick walkabout to orient my man, then to business. The Harvard Coop is exactly, precisely, bewilderingly the same, from the Staff Picks shelf ( I once almost got fired for putting up a book called ‘Cunt: A Declaration of Independence’) to the flowers in Sue’s hair (are they the same flowers?). My old (first) Starbucks was sadly changed and the Boston Chowda Co. in the Garage is now a Subway (blast and damn!), but Newbury Comics is indentically the way I remember it and if the kids waiting to get inked at the tattoo parlour across the hall are much preppier than they were when I was young, the tattoo artists haven’t changed (I suppose tattoo artists throughout the world, across the ages have always looked pretty much the way they do here and now). Bartley’s was open (for a wonder) and damn, if that wasn’t the best chocolate milkshake in the land. We were both too full to appreciate the Harvard Bookstore and after another turn around the block, we hopped it to Park Street…
…Where the Commons were in full swing. Berkeley students played, a brass band here, a jazz trio there, and we meandered to the Gardens, Comm. Ave, Newbury St., Copley Square, Faneuil Hall and the Holocaust Memorial, which I have always loved. Hotel for a shower and then Waltham for Little India (how do they get their Chicken Korma to taste like that?) and Lizzie’s for dessert.
Sunday: Breakfast with Josie’s family, which was brief and chaotic (her brothers were in various stages of coming and going), then back over to the Watson’s to see Cynthia, always the most worthwhile of endeavors. A few hours of sitting around, taking or comparing notes on marriage and mothers, admiring the baby (so endlessly admirable!) and eating an excellent apple pie; these are the days of our lives. Back to the Broussard’s for dinner, just Josie and her parents this time. How long do you think we can maintain this buzz? A little longer, for when we got back to the hotel, we turned on the tv (looking back, what a stupid thing to do! What better way to kill a buzz?) and immediately found Treme, the new show about NOLA by the creators of The Wire. So good, so good, so good. Truly what it was like to live. You don’t need to understand it all to love it; Lord knows I didn’t. We’re trying to figure out how to watch it without a television. Thoughts?
I just wandered over to my old blog for the first time in a long time. I’m going to link it to here. I find that I’m proud of it; it’s sometimes overly stylized and almost always oblique, but then, so was I. So was the time and the place.
I have other things to tell you, about Denmark and such, but I’ll give you a chance to take off your glasses, rub your eyes, get up and stretch first!