For place most likely to induce me into wanting to make enough money to own a summer home: To the picturesque little town of Alton Bay on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire. There is a quaintness associated with small towns that won nature's lottery. Alton bay, with its miniature pier, lakeside crab patty sandwiches and chocolate milkshakes has it in spades. For most frustrating way to spend time on vacation: Jointly to Ikea and my sister. One for creating incredibly frustrating Lego blocks for adults and calling them pieces of furniture, the other for picking two of their worst creations. Coupled with some truly horrid night time weather they resulted in the loss of a couple of pounds a splitting headache. I lost 9 perfectly good hours that could have been spent at a bar coming up with ways to approach women that would never have been put into practice. The things one does for family- hmph!
For most interesting public art I've seen: To the Porter Square Gloves by Mags Harries. Read here for more information. This particular bronze glove with the baby glove nestled inside was my favorite visual metaphor. It reminded me at once of the need to let go, the inability to do so and also The Untouchables "baby in the pram" sequence. I spent an interesting couple of minutes photographing it while the rest of my family stared on.
For one of the most overpriced meals I have eaten: To Legal Seafood on the Boston Harbor. While the clam chowder was excellent and the ensuing conversation with my aunt on the oyster content in oyster crackers ranked pretty high on the Unintentional Comedy Scale (For the uninitiated I'm referencing Bill Simmons - who can claim responsibility for pretty much all my Beantown knowledge not related to the Boston Tea Party. He is also the inspiration for this post), I am not sure how much better the food was than the crab patty sandwich I had eaten earlier in Alton Bay.
For continuing my streak of meeting interesting people on vacation: To Jill, the cab driver, for her pitch perfect Baahstan accent and constant derision of Starbucks in favor of Dunkin Donuts. She also pointed out some of the more swanky establishments where I might find some potent portables. Specifically one in the Hotel St.Charles situated right smack in front of Mass General. The whole place used to be a prison and, according to her, they didn't change much inside - just converted the place to a high end bar. Now that's one place I would visit if I had cash to loose.
For being joys forever: To the women of Boston in their sundresses, shorts, running gear, miniskirts and hats - absolute things of beauty. They certainly love their summers up there, probably because they get so little of it.
For making me a believer out of me: To Haahvahd (as seen on a t-shirt), for impressing me like no other empty campus has. I have seen quite a few campuses in my lifetime and rarely, if ever, have I ever been so captivated by an aura. I am sure, when it is bustling with students, that it is truly a sight to behold. I will have first hand reports soon and have no doubts that my opinion will be confirmed.
For scandalizing my parents: To the gregarious freshmen on the T at 10:00 PM. Every single freshman cliche' was in attendance. The guy who is about 6 months from coming out of the closet, the girl who is too much in love with him to have a functional gaydar, the player who will probably take advantage of her vulnerability to get into her pants and the tattle tale who will ensure that everyone in the group knows everyone else's business. Absolutely priceless!
*DRUMROLL FOR THE GRAND FINALE*
For providing that perfect moment I strive for in any trip: To Harvard square and a nameless woman in a blue top. As I walked through the square, a very talented street performer forced me to turn of my IPOD. Across the square in near synchronicity the girl in the blue top did the same and we noticed each other. In that moment it didnt matter that the muggy weather was opening up sweat pores where none existed or that both of us had to be somewhere in a hurry. It was a moment of clarity in a cloudy day and we exchanged smiles in its wake ( at least I believe so ). So there it is ladies (I never really cared much for gentlemen), stay in the moment.
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