I hadn’t ever been to Boston before last week outside of its airport so I had a great time kicking around the city. I did a lot of walking (and shopping). And I managed to sneak in an incredibly awesome lunch with my gal, Heather. She took me to a Shabu restaurant in Chinatown. I ordered the veggie plate and she got the seafood version. It was phenomenal and I wouldn’t stop talking about. Much later, as Tobyjoe and I ate at an Italian restaurant, all I could do was reminisce about how amazing my lunch was. I’ve been dreaming about it ever since.
I swam at the hotel pool as well, which made me shake my fist at my beloved New York City for not offering its people the little things in life. Everyone knows that if you find a pool in New York City, it’s either filled with filth, filled with chlorine, filled with people, or just plain filled in. I would love to find a decent pool in Brooklyn or Manhattan. I have wanted such a thing for years now. Instead, I have Boston. So, every time Tobyjoe must go there for a business, and he’s there for an entire night, I will follow and take dips in the hotel pool. A swim is worth the 125-dollar train ride, right?
I was pretty amazed at how clean Boston is, or maybe that’s just because New York City is so utterly filthy. I’m not sure. Either way, Boston is spotless compared to our dirty city. It’s not as squeaky as D.C. but it’s clean nonetheless. I didn’t get to see too, too much of it but I kicked around the downtown area, walked through the Public Garden, and the Commons (at least I think that’s what it was called.)
Boston is also extremely white. At times I felt like I was walking through an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. (No offense, Boston, but you’re the whitest city I’ve ever been to. Although, I still haven’t visited San Diego, which I hear might be a contender.) Where you hiding all the black people, Boston?
We went to the party on Thursday night. The Barbarians rented out an entire rock club called Paradise. There were hundreds and hundreds of people there and a lot of people danced. There were two screens projecting images of Barbarians as well as some of their work. Many of us sat in a balcony and took it all in. I ate chocolate and sipped my drink. The people danced.
Truthfully, I could not take my eyes off all the dancing. There was just much dancing! And while I sometimes wish I were a dancer, I’m not. That is one thing that will probably never change. I’ll never dance. I’ll definitely never dance on a stage facing hundreds of people. Do people want to be watched while dancing? Do they just want to do their thing? Do these same dancing people dance at home by themselves when no one is watching like I do? Or do they dance mainly for others? Thing is, some folks can’t dance. I’m one of those folks, which is why I don’t put anyone through that kind of thing. No one will have to say, “Should I watch her dance? She’s bad. Yet I can’t take my eyes off her!”
But if it’s fun, who cares, right? Right.
Dance, people. Dance.
Overall, I had a restful trip. I’m glad I finally got to see the Boston office, meet the Boston people, and swim in a super clean pool. Oh, and the bed, my friends. The bed was outstanding. It was a king-sized version and I had to call Tobyjoe at one point to ask him for the remote control.
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