On Boston, Beds, Pools, and Dancing.

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.


  1. Sounds like a great weekend. I went to Boston in 2001, but it was only for a day while visiting a friend in MA. It was fun, but I didn’t really see much.

    Glad to hear the bed (and the pool) were fabulous!


  2. I did the same thing at my company’s party: watched the dancing from the balcony. I am not comfortable with social dancing myself.


  3. it was mighty entertainin. just look at the pictures.


  4. I think its interesting some people visit boston and say it’s white. Boston is not white. It is just incredibly segregated. New York City is 45% white. Boston is 49%.


  5. I think most folks (there on business, at least) tend to see the white area. one thing is for sure, though: Boston has some of the WHITEST whiteys around… you know, on the 3 streets I’ve actually walked down.


  6. Ah, sometimes I miss Boston. I never did make it to that Shabu restaurant you went to.

    I lived in Dorchester and Somerville, and neither were particularly white, but yeah, much of Boston proper is pretty darned white. And clean, especially compared to NYC.

    Welcome back. :)


  7. It is just incredibly segregated

    So Boston is hiding the black people! Did Boston pull a San Francisco and move ‘em across the bridge?


  8. Oh, and, yes, I did only get to see a small area from the Prudential building into Chinatown and back again.


  9. When I was a kid living in Massachusetts, I remember seeing all sorts of rioting on the news because they wanted to bus kids around the Boston area to desegregate schools. Also, New England was the only place my mother ever encountered blantant anti-semitism to her face.

    But still, I love visiting Boston. Great food, lots of history, and wonderful shopping.


  10. i lived in Boston for a year and it does have this overwhelming stereotypical New Englandy sense of WASPiness that is hard to shake. One of my college friends, who grew up in Boston and is white, always said she felt more eyes staring at her when she’d walk into a Boston restaurant with a black friend than she ever did in New Orleans (where we went to college). But it is a beautiful, freakishly clean and easily walkable city. Just a little repressed in an uptight, Protestant sort of way.


  11. Charlie, who was rioting? The whites against having the blacks come in? Or the other way around? I’m curious to hear more about this.

    Gina: Interesting and (although I speak with little experience with either city) not surprising to me at all. For some reason…


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