aftermath of boston
Jun. 29th, 2008 11:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageYet another mall! went to Wrentham outlet mall with Mary, Joe, Brianna and my mom and brother. for hou-wahs! Mary was looking for non-pink sandals for Brianna, and ended up going into a ton of shops for her, reusing the same cigarette, getting in "a few quick puffs" when outside, snuffing it on the pavement, and tucking it back into the diaper bag. Sometimes Brianna went in, and I got to try tiny shoes on her, sometimes she stayed outside with Joe and Brian, and we rolled around a little red ball she was chasing. She is so cute! I probably should have taken a picture or something, but my mom did that (albeit on 35mm, which means I will not see them for a while), and I couldn't be arsed to get my camera out if I wasn't actually going into Boston.
I think we got her two little pairs of sandals, one gold and one white, a belt, and a couple outfits. She refused to wear the cute baby hats, and when Mary gave her a little purse covered in fake roses at the Gymboree store, she threw it on a chair. Then she toddled over to the chair and, as Mary smiled to see her pick it up, flung it hard at the floor. Guess having four older brothers will do that to you.
We ate at cracker barrel. They were slow. Joe tried to steal candy, and his mom succeeded. Their menu has secret non-vegetarian things that usually are vegetarian, like corn bread and pinto beans and hash browns and turnip greens. Damn bastards; I really like corn bread.
Picked up James on the way back. My brother showed off his films, mostly f/b/o James; it was my first time seeing some of them, too. Went back at midnight, packed awkwardly, tried to avoid running into my grandma, remembered to pack the holy cards and pamphlets and necklaces for grandma points, got maybe three hours of sleep.
Left creepy grandmotherly figure waving in her housedress from the porch. We never did finish washing the siding...
They have Dunkin' Donuts everywhere in Boston. On every street corner, in the Logan Express station, near the Logan baggage claim, in the terminals. They have those accents everywhere, too. Sometimes I sound like Boston now. It'll wear off soon.
"I'd hate to be a bee" says the woman sitting next to me. I have a top hat on my head, new shoes, new blisters, jeans and an old typewriter by my side. Read first On the Road, then The Scarlet Letter, which is quite a jump. The flight was delayed 45 minutes or so, and much to my surprise it landed fine. I wasn't dead, my apartment unpillaged, my laptop unharmed by traveling in my checked bag (we were apart for so long! - difficulties of traveling with a bulky, heavy typewriter, a pair of ice skates, and a laptop). My bike was even all right! And I didn't even have to go to mass.
What the fuck? I am all right? And I start class tomorrow.
I think we got her two little pairs of sandals, one gold and one white, a belt, and a couple outfits. She refused to wear the cute baby hats, and when Mary gave her a little purse covered in fake roses at the Gymboree store, she threw it on a chair. Then she toddled over to the chair and, as Mary smiled to see her pick it up, flung it hard at the floor. Guess having four older brothers will do that to you.
We ate at cracker barrel. They were slow. Joe tried to steal candy, and his mom succeeded. Their menu has secret non-vegetarian things that usually are vegetarian, like corn bread and pinto beans and hash browns and turnip greens. Damn bastards; I really like corn bread.
Picked up James on the way back. My brother showed off his films, mostly f/b/o James; it was my first time seeing some of them, too. Went back at midnight, packed awkwardly, tried to avoid running into my grandma, remembered to pack the holy cards and pamphlets and necklaces for grandma points, got maybe three hours of sleep.
Left creepy grandmotherly figure waving in her housedress from the porch. We never did finish washing the siding...
They have Dunkin' Donuts everywhere in Boston. On every street corner, in the Logan Express station, near the Logan baggage claim, in the terminals. They have those accents everywhere, too. Sometimes I sound like Boston now. It'll wear off soon.
"I'd hate to be a bee" says the woman sitting next to me. I have a top hat on my head, new shoes, new blisters, jeans and an old typewriter by my side. Read first On the Road, then The Scarlet Letter, which is quite a jump. The flight was delayed 45 minutes or so, and much to my surprise it landed fine. I wasn't dead, my apartment unpillaged, my laptop unharmed by traveling in my checked bag (we were apart for so long! - difficulties of traveling with a bulky, heavy typewriter, a pair of ice skates, and a laptop). My bike was even all right! And I didn't even have to go to mass.
What the fuck? I am all right? And I start class tomorrow.
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Date: 2008-06-30 12:27 pm (UTC)