Babble

After celebrating my dad’s birthday at La Paella Friday night, eating too much steak, (yes, steak) cake and ice cream and then welcoming JackO home from school, I “stopped by” Stout Jackson’s CD release party, where I met up with Stace and Schroeder, the band, and a bunch of other friends I hadn’t seen since the days of Greg. The new CD was playing, drinks were aplenty and, despite being distracted from my original plan to be home by midnight, Stace and I did manage to catch our morning flight to Boston. Once there, being the true rockstars we are, we toured Stacy’s soon-to-be new home, and then retreated to a Rock Bottom for some much-needed food and refreshments (hair of the dog) before crashing at our hotel in Cambridge. Sunday we surveyed the view from the room and then ran along the Charles in the morning before wandering around campus again, visiting the Apple store in CambridgeSide, lunching at John Harvard’s, picking up souvenirs at the bookstore, perusing Filene’s basement and then spending an hour in Boston common, which currently has about 100,000 tulips and daffodils in bloom. Sunday night we made up for our low-key Saturday night by surveying the nightlife around Fenueil Hall and Cambridge, with several stops in between. Definitely my favorite US city. Now if I could only get into Harvard…