No, not that Jesus.
Finally I got to see my Caitles! Saturday night, she picked me up and we went down to Virginia Beach. I told her before that I really wanted to go to Plaza (mmm white sauce and margaritas!) so we went there for dinner. We had a very cute server. We don't know his name, but at some point in the evening Caitlin dubbed him Jésus. We ordered jumbo margaritas, but Jésus suggested we try blue margaritas, so we agreed to try them. They were typical Plaza margaritas--full of tequila. I pretty much gorged myself on chips and white sauce until our food came. I was already feeling the effects of my drink (which I had only drank half of) when Jésus came back and tried to convince us to order more margaritas. We didn't say yes, but for some reason he came back with one for us. He was also hanging around our table a lot talking to us. Clearly, he was flirting with Caitlin. Eventually he left us in peace, so I could finish eating. Caitlin told me she would pay for my dinner if I finished both margaritas. And I did, even though Monday night's adventure was still fresh in my mind. But I was fine. So we finished up and left. As we were walking through the parking lot, Jésus came through the back door onto the outside deck and called to Caitlin. He asked if she was single, and Caitlin flashed her ring and told him that he had served her with Victor before. Then she told Jésus that I was single, but I immediately replied that I live in Boston, although clearly he was not interested in me. So he went back inside, and we laughed about him in the car. Because really, who wants to date a guy that works at Plaza and is probably illegal...even if he is super cute.
So we headed back to Caitlin's house. As soon as we were in the door, Caitlin told me to tell Victor what happened with Jésus because she wanted to make him jealous. He didn't really seem to care that much. Caitlin and I got ready to go out, then Victor drove us to Caitlin's friend's house. We hung out there waiting for some people to show up before we headed to Ambush. We were about to leave when Caitlin realized she didn't have her ID, so she called Victor and he brought it over (grudgingly). We crammed into Caitlin's friends car, and since there were 6 of us, Caitlin laid across the people in the back seat. On the way there, Caitlin's friend was telling us how she and some other girls picked up a male dancer from Ambush one time. I jokingly asked if it was Stetson, and she said it was. Stetson is pretty much the worst male dancer....because he can't dance. I saw him the first time the summer after my freshman year, and he is still dancing at gay clubs. So we got there, and Caitlin and I sat at the bar while everyone else played pool. I got a drink but I drank it really slowly because I was still a little buzzed from Plaza. We were there about an hour before the drag show started. I was looking around for people I knew, but I didn't see anyone. Around midnight we grabbed a table to watch the show. Sandra Lopez, a drag queen I hadn't seen before was hosting. She was good, but no Naomi Black. There was also a rail-thin Vietnamese queen who I think I have seen before. The show was good. Sandra Lopez told Caitlin she liked her boobs and got a little squeeze in too. Caitlin told her she wore an A cup, and Sandra said she must be wearing a really nice bra. Sandra also saw mine from the stage and came over to our table to get a feel. Typical...I go to a gay club and get felt up by a guy. I also had the opportunity to hand a queen money between her legs. How does this shit happen to me??
So that night was pretty awesome. Afterward, Victor picked us up from Caitlin's friend's house and I spent the night there. I like staying at their house, because I get to spend time with my Caitles and play with her crazy cats. But I've realized they are the reason that I probably will not get married. They argue so much! Caitlin swears they are happy together though so whatever. The next morning Victor got us breakfast at Panera. Then they were going to Stafford, so they dropped me off at my house on the way there. I was really sad to say goodbye to Caitlin because I don't know when I'll see her next. I guess we are planning a trip to Provincetown in the summer, or maybe I will go down to Virginia Beach. I'm hoping for Provincetown, but either way I can't wait to see her again!
Monday, December 24, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
sunnier climes
Well, I'm home. I flew back to Bad Newz on Wednesday night. My flight was at 8pm, and I got to the airport around 6:45. Getting there was, surprisingly, not that bad. Until I got on the airport shuttle and had to wait forever for the driver to materialize. But overall, not bad. Going through security was so much fun. If it wasn't bad enough that I had to have buckets for my coat, laptop, laptop bag, and shoes, plus my bag, the woman at the metal detector made me put my scarf through the x-ray too. Because I could have balled up a bomb in my scarf? I made it through the metal detector just in time to see another TSA agent pulling my baggy of liquids from my bag. I apologized, but really I didn't care. I would make the absolute worst terrorist...seriously.
As usual, I started to get nervous once I got on the plane. I really hate flying. But there was a really cute flight attendant named John Paul. He did all the announcements and he had kind of a sexy voice. Then the pilot started talking to us. He said the weather in Newport News was 'much nicer than it is here (in Boston)' which made everyone laugh. The flight was okay. I like looking out the window but it was cloudy and I was just behind the wing so I couldn't see much anyway. So I just turned to the 60s station on XM and tuned out. Before long I was landing in Newport News.
Being back here is weird. Everything is so suburban and spread out. There's trees and grass in the middle of the street instead of train tracks, and there are box stores everywhere. The weather is much more pleasant though, even though I haven't been outside to enjoy it. I've been meaning to walk over to City Center but I've felt so lazy the last two days. I think that's partially because of the adjustable insta-bed I've been sleeping in...it's nice to elevate the head and foot of the bed and just relax. But most of all it is just dull here. I can't wait to see Caitles tomorrow and have some fun! We are going to Ambush, which is going to rock...I'm so excited!
As usual, I started to get nervous once I got on the plane. I really hate flying. But there was a really cute flight attendant named John Paul. He did all the announcements and he had kind of a sexy voice. Then the pilot started talking to us. He said the weather in Newport News was 'much nicer than it is here (in Boston)' which made everyone laugh. The flight was okay. I like looking out the window but it was cloudy and I was just behind the wing so I couldn't see much anyway. So I just turned to the 60s station on XM and tuned out. Before long I was landing in Newport News.
Being back here is weird. Everything is so suburban and spread out. There's trees and grass in the middle of the street instead of train tracks, and there are box stores everywhere. The weather is much more pleasant though, even though I haven't been outside to enjoy it. I've been meaning to walk over to City Center but I've felt so lazy the last two days. I think that's partially because of the adjustable insta-bed I've been sleeping in...it's nice to elevate the head and foot of the bed and just relax. But most of all it is just dull here. I can't wait to see Caitles tomorrow and have some fun! We are going to Ambush, which is going to rock...I'm so excited!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
snow/loveliness
Here's a two-parter. Enjoy!
Snow
Saturday night it snowed. Well, at home we would call it a blizzard. Sunday morning, it was still snowing and starting to sleet. But First Parish was going to be open, so I was still going to church. I realized at that point that I must be insane. So I left pretty early since I wasn't sure what I would encounter outside. When I opened my door, I no longer had steps, but a ramp of snow. After gingerly making my way down to the sidewalk, I managed to get up my street with no problem. Then I got to Comm Ave. With the piles of snow left over from the storm a few days before, most of the snow I stepped in went above my boots. Some of it went to my knees. This was not good. I managed to get across the street, and hoped that the BC bus was still running. I didn't see one, so I started walking down the street, so at least I'd be down the street if I did have to walk to Reservoir. I saw 2 guys waiting in front of Archstone, so I waited there under the awning. They ended up just digging out their Jeep and driving away, but I continued to wait since I had seen 3 buses go by on the other side. Finally, one came, and luckily I didn't have to wait too long for a train at Reservoir. I made it to Brookline Hills and started a rather interesting trek to church. It wasn't a bad walk until I crossed Boylston into the neighborhood. I tried walking up the sidewalk, but it was impossible, so I just walked in the street. Somehow, I made it to church. And a good number of people actually made it.
I was really excited to see the Christmas pageant. It was quite nice, and ended up being totally worth braving the snow. One of the littlest kids (he couldn't have been older than 18 months) was playing a lamb. At first he ran off the stage and back to his mother. His mother guided him back to the front, and at that point he started walking around the stage. Then he picked up one of the wise men's gifts and threw it at the baby Jesus (luckily not a real baby). Everyone was cracking up, which seemed totally inappropriate for a Christmas pageant. But that kid was the star of hospitality, with everyone wanting to know who he belonged to.
Making it home after church was similarly challenging. Again, I waited forever for a BC bus. At least I got another chance to laugh, this time at an 86 bus that somehow got stuck in a snowbank. There was a nicely plowed path through the busway, but apparently that bus driver wanted a little more adventure. He kept getting out and putting sand on his tires, then trying again. It was pretty much a losing battle. Another 86 came and after a while that driver tried to help him. At that point I think they tried moving some of the snow, which seemed like the only logical solution. Unfortunately I didn't get to see the denouement of that saga, as a bus came and I made my way home.
Through all this snowiness, I've started to think about going home. I'm going home tonight, and I'm so excited to get away from the snow for a while. But even though I don't particularly like all this snow, I can't let it cow me into giving up what I have here. I do so love everything else. So the next few months are going to be really tough. I guess that builds character?
Loveliness
Monday night I went out with Tom to celebrate the end of the semester. Tom is one of my favorite people that I've met. He's really a lovely individual...smart, funny, fun, and incredibly beautiful. So we went to a club called Machine. He seemed determined that I find a girl to hook up with. I think the day before I led him to think I'm a lesbian, so I had to explain to my sexuality to him. Normally that causes a lot of frustration on my part, but thankfully he understood what I was talking about. In any case, I had no intention of meeting anyone that night. I just wanted to have fun. We sat at the bar and had a few drinks, then got up to walk around the club and look at guys. Then there was a drag show. It was kind of short and not nearly as fun as the ones I had seen before. Luckily, after that the DJ played really good music so I got to dance. This is the point where the evening began to go south. Tom kept buying me drinks, and I think I had 3 cosmos. I was having fun dancing and doing my signature scandalous moves, much to Tom's surprise. Then I fell over and I remember some random guy helping me up. After that, the next thing I remember is Tom picking up some undergrads in Cleveland Circle. I'm pretty much terrified to find out what happened in the intermediary. I also managed to fall over walking into my house, which wasn't entirely due to my intoxication...I mean it was icy. I had a fight with my key, but eventually I made it into my house. I couldn't go to sleep so I was just wandering around my house until I sobered up a bit. At some point in this wandering I managed to lose some of the contents of my stomach in the kitchen sink. Lovely. It wasn't very pretty considering I had pad thai and gimbab for dinner. Finally I went to sleep, and the next morning I woke up with a fun little stomach ache.
I'm really upset with myself for how I behaved. I love to drink and have fun, but I usually have a little more class and self-control. I have never been that drunk before, and I shouldn't have let it get to that point. I generally try to avoid embarrassing myself in public and in front of my friends. Then again, it could have been much worse. Besides, I'm sure pretty soon I will do something else stupid (probably while sober) and forget this even happened.
Snow
Saturday night it snowed. Well, at home we would call it a blizzard. Sunday morning, it was still snowing and starting to sleet. But First Parish was going to be open, so I was still going to church. I realized at that point that I must be insane. So I left pretty early since I wasn't sure what I would encounter outside. When I opened my door, I no longer had steps, but a ramp of snow. After gingerly making my way down to the sidewalk, I managed to get up my street with no problem. Then I got to Comm Ave. With the piles of snow left over from the storm a few days before, most of the snow I stepped in went above my boots. Some of it went to my knees. This was not good. I managed to get across the street, and hoped that the BC bus was still running. I didn't see one, so I started walking down the street, so at least I'd be down the street if I did have to walk to Reservoir. I saw 2 guys waiting in front of Archstone, so I waited there under the awning. They ended up just digging out their Jeep and driving away, but I continued to wait since I had seen 3 buses go by on the other side. Finally, one came, and luckily I didn't have to wait too long for a train at Reservoir. I made it to Brookline Hills and started a rather interesting trek to church. It wasn't a bad walk until I crossed Boylston into the neighborhood. I tried walking up the sidewalk, but it was impossible, so I just walked in the street. Somehow, I made it to church. And a good number of people actually made it.
I was really excited to see the Christmas pageant. It was quite nice, and ended up being totally worth braving the snow. One of the littlest kids (he couldn't have been older than 18 months) was playing a lamb. At first he ran off the stage and back to his mother. His mother guided him back to the front, and at that point he started walking around the stage. Then he picked up one of the wise men's gifts and threw it at the baby Jesus (luckily not a real baby). Everyone was cracking up, which seemed totally inappropriate for a Christmas pageant. But that kid was the star of hospitality, with everyone wanting to know who he belonged to.
Making it home after church was similarly challenging. Again, I waited forever for a BC bus. At least I got another chance to laugh, this time at an 86 bus that somehow got stuck in a snowbank. There was a nicely plowed path through the busway, but apparently that bus driver wanted a little more adventure. He kept getting out and putting sand on his tires, then trying again. It was pretty much a losing battle. Another 86 came and after a while that driver tried to help him. At that point I think they tried moving some of the snow, which seemed like the only logical solution. Unfortunately I didn't get to see the denouement of that saga, as a bus came and I made my way home.
Through all this snowiness, I've started to think about going home. I'm going home tonight, and I'm so excited to get away from the snow for a while. But even though I don't particularly like all this snow, I can't let it cow me into giving up what I have here. I do so love everything else. So the next few months are going to be really tough. I guess that builds character?
Loveliness
Monday night I went out with Tom to celebrate the end of the semester. Tom is one of my favorite people that I've met. He's really a lovely individual...smart, funny, fun, and incredibly beautiful. So we went to a club called Machine. He seemed determined that I find a girl to hook up with. I think the day before I led him to think I'm a lesbian, so I had to explain to my sexuality to him. Normally that causes a lot of frustration on my part, but thankfully he understood what I was talking about. In any case, I had no intention of meeting anyone that night. I just wanted to have fun. We sat at the bar and had a few drinks, then got up to walk around the club and look at guys. Then there was a drag show. It was kind of short and not nearly as fun as the ones I had seen before. Luckily, after that the DJ played really good music so I got to dance. This is the point where the evening began to go south. Tom kept buying me drinks, and I think I had 3 cosmos. I was having fun dancing and doing my signature scandalous moves, much to Tom's surprise. Then I fell over and I remember some random guy helping me up. After that, the next thing I remember is Tom picking up some undergrads in Cleveland Circle. I'm pretty much terrified to find out what happened in the intermediary. I also managed to fall over walking into my house, which wasn't entirely due to my intoxication...I mean it was icy. I had a fight with my key, but eventually I made it into my house. I couldn't go to sleep so I was just wandering around my house until I sobered up a bit. At some point in this wandering I managed to lose some of the contents of my stomach in the kitchen sink. Lovely. It wasn't very pretty considering I had pad thai and gimbab for dinner. Finally I went to sleep, and the next morning I woke up with a fun little stomach ache.
I'm really upset with myself for how I behaved. I love to drink and have fun, but I usually have a little more class and self-control. I have never been that drunk before, and I shouldn't have let it get to that point. I generally try to avoid embarrassing myself in public and in front of my friends. Then again, it could have been much worse. Besides, I'm sure pretty soon I will do something else stupid (probably while sober) and forget this even happened.
Friday, December 14, 2007
I don't shine if you don't shine
As of Wednesday night, I am one quarter of the way through grad school! And in even better news, I'm still mostly sane! (Or, at least as sane as I was when I got here.) These last four months have been truly amazing. Who would have thought this Virginia girl who went to college 5 minutes away could have packed up all her little duds and moved 600 miles? Since I moved I have grown, improved, and learned so much...
I was so worried about starting grad school, especially after taking a year off. I was frightened that it would be so much more difficult than undergrad. But I found out that it really isn't so different. I'm not sure if there is more reading than undergrad or if it just feels that way since I actually read for classes now...well mostly. My classes were so much more interesting because I'm studying something I care deeply about. Well, except for research. That class was a waste of my time. But in my other two classes, I was eager to learn and really enjoyed class. And I feel that I actually learned a lot, which I can't say for quite a few of my undergrad classes.
I have completely transformed spiritually. I knew I wanted to try out going to church because I was feeling a little spiritually empty, but I don't think I really expected much from it. Everyone at First Parish was so open and welcoming though, and I love it there. I've thrown myself into activities there and made a lot of friends. I really love the ministers, especially Rev. Jim. I'm also starting a Young Adult group, and our first event, Theology on Tap, was amazing.
I have made so many friends. I'm surprised at how quickly I've developed really solid relationships with a lot of them. They are so much fun to hang out with and I'm hardly ever at a loss for something to do. It's kind of funny to think back to when I first moved and didn't know anyone. I was so worried I wouldn't have any friends. I don't know why...I'm such a social butterfly. I'm also glad things have turned out okay with my roommates. I'm not really friends with them, but we get along at least.
Boston has turned out to be the perfect place for me. There is so much going on and lots of new places to discover. I love my neighborhood because it's quiet yet lively, and within walking distance of campus and Brighton Center. I really needed a change from the slow, backward, conservative South. Sure, I miss some things about home--the food, knowing where everything is, Chanello's and Plaza. But I don't miss how horrible Bad Newz is. The only thing I would change about Boston would be the weather. I have realized that snow is only fun when it happens infrequently and causes school to close. I'm curious to see how I handle the rest of the winter. I guess I'll be alright.
I was so worried about starting grad school, especially after taking a year off. I was frightened that it would be so much more difficult than undergrad. But I found out that it really isn't so different. I'm not sure if there is more reading than undergrad or if it just feels that way since I actually read for classes now...well mostly. My classes were so much more interesting because I'm studying something I care deeply about. Well, except for research. That class was a waste of my time. But in my other two classes, I was eager to learn and really enjoyed class. And I feel that I actually learned a lot, which I can't say for quite a few of my undergrad classes.
I have completely transformed spiritually. I knew I wanted to try out going to church because I was feeling a little spiritually empty, but I don't think I really expected much from it. Everyone at First Parish was so open and welcoming though, and I love it there. I've thrown myself into activities there and made a lot of friends. I really love the ministers, especially Rev. Jim. I'm also starting a Young Adult group, and our first event, Theology on Tap, was amazing.
I have made so many friends. I'm surprised at how quickly I've developed really solid relationships with a lot of them. They are so much fun to hang out with and I'm hardly ever at a loss for something to do. It's kind of funny to think back to when I first moved and didn't know anyone. I was so worried I wouldn't have any friends. I don't know why...I'm such a social butterfly. I'm also glad things have turned out okay with my roommates. I'm not really friends with them, but we get along at least.
Boston has turned out to be the perfect place for me. There is so much going on and lots of new places to discover. I love my neighborhood because it's quiet yet lively, and within walking distance of campus and Brighton Center. I really needed a change from the slow, backward, conservative South. Sure, I miss some things about home--the food, knowing where everything is, Chanello's and Plaza. But I don't miss how horrible Bad Newz is. The only thing I would change about Boston would be the weather. I have realized that snow is only fun when it happens infrequently and causes school to close. I'm curious to see how I handle the rest of the winter. I guess I'll be alright.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
we don't need speed to dance all night
My feet hurt so bad. And I'm surprised I'm not sore, but I'm sure it's coming. Last night was amazing!
Cindy and her roommates had a party last night. I was looking forward to slipping away from all my schoolwork and having a little fun. I got there around 9:30...there were still people trickling in so the party hadn't really picked up yet. But pretty soon one of the hosts turned up the music and that was my cue! There were only a few people dancing for a while but we were having fun. While I was dancing I met a guy named Will. I was surprised to see him dancing. He looks like if Beowulf dressed like a black guy. He is a 2nd year PhD student studying Philosophy, and not surprisingly he reminds me of Dr. Reddick (in personality, not so much in looks thankfully.) But he was a good dancer and I ended up dancing with or near him most of the night. I met lots of really cool people actually.
A little later that night the hosts did a Yankee swap gift exchange. All the guests were supposed to bring scandalous gifts, and the most scandalous would win a door prize. I bought candy handcuffs, thinking that was scandalous but not too over the top. So people started opening presents and the vast majority of them were not scandalous. I started to feel bad until someone opened a vibrator. When it was my turn, I got a bottle of pinot grigio. Naturally I was excited about the wine, but it also had a really cool bottle. It was pretty much the first time I had ever gotten a present I would want in a gift exchange. My gift was one of the last ones opened. Someone made the comment that the girl who got it was really innocent but she would probably open a naughty gift. So we got toward the end and I told Marie that I was excited about my gift. No sooner had I said that did someone steal it away from me. I was crushed! None of the other gifts appealed to me, so I opened the last present under the tree. It was an Ugly Doll. I can't believe they even make such a product, but it certainly lives up to its name. But Marie had gotten snowflake lights and she didn't want them, so she offered to trade me. Well snowflake lights aren't as good as wine but I guess it turned out okay.
So after that I just danced the rest of the night. And it was a LOOOOONG night. Will and I sat down to rest at about 3:20 am, and we chatted a little about communication and education (pretty much the only two things I can talk about semi-intelligently.) Then we got up and danced some more. Just before 4am Will said he was leaving. He was walking back to BC so I asked him to walk me back to my house. It was a short walk from Cindy's, and we chatted a little. When we got to my house he gave me a hug and wished me luck on my papers and such. I probably should have made more of the goodbye, because he is really quite cute, and I would like to get to know him better. So we will see what happens with that.
I have no earthly idea why I am awake right now. But since it is the last week of the semester, I have a lot to accomplish....wait, who am I kidding? I'm going out to Big City with First Parish tonight for Theology on Tap, and I probably won't write Ana's exam until Monday night. Such is the life of a grad student!
Cindy and her roommates had a party last night. I was looking forward to slipping away from all my schoolwork and having a little fun. I got there around 9:30...there were still people trickling in so the party hadn't really picked up yet. But pretty soon one of the hosts turned up the music and that was my cue! There were only a few people dancing for a while but we were having fun. While I was dancing I met a guy named Will. I was surprised to see him dancing. He looks like if Beowulf dressed like a black guy. He is a 2nd year PhD student studying Philosophy, and not surprisingly he reminds me of Dr. Reddick (in personality, not so much in looks thankfully.) But he was a good dancer and I ended up dancing with or near him most of the night. I met lots of really cool people actually.
A little later that night the hosts did a Yankee swap gift exchange. All the guests were supposed to bring scandalous gifts, and the most scandalous would win a door prize. I bought candy handcuffs, thinking that was scandalous but not too over the top. So people started opening presents and the vast majority of them were not scandalous. I started to feel bad until someone opened a vibrator. When it was my turn, I got a bottle of pinot grigio. Naturally I was excited about the wine, but it also had a really cool bottle. It was pretty much the first time I had ever gotten a present I would want in a gift exchange. My gift was one of the last ones opened. Someone made the comment that the girl who got it was really innocent but she would probably open a naughty gift. So we got toward the end and I told Marie that I was excited about my gift. No sooner had I said that did someone steal it away from me. I was crushed! None of the other gifts appealed to me, so I opened the last present under the tree. It was an Ugly Doll. I can't believe they even make such a product, but it certainly lives up to its name. But Marie had gotten snowflake lights and she didn't want them, so she offered to trade me. Well snowflake lights aren't as good as wine but I guess it turned out okay.
So after that I just danced the rest of the night. And it was a LOOOOONG night. Will and I sat down to rest at about 3:20 am, and we chatted a little about communication and education (pretty much the only two things I can talk about semi-intelligently.) Then we got up and danced some more. Just before 4am Will said he was leaving. He was walking back to BC so I asked him to walk me back to my house. It was a short walk from Cindy's, and we chatted a little. When we got to my house he gave me a hug and wished me luck on my papers and such. I probably should have made more of the goodbye, because he is really quite cute, and I would like to get to know him better. So we will see what happens with that.
I have no earthly idea why I am awake right now. But since it is the last week of the semester, I have a lot to accomplish....wait, who am I kidding? I'm going out to Big City with First Parish tonight for Theology on Tap, and I probably won't write Ana's exam until Monday night. Such is the life of a grad student!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
winter wonderland? not so much
It finally happened. Sunday night, Boston got its first real snowfall. I say real because it did in fact snow a couple days before Thanksgiving, but it was just a few flurries. But Sunday night we got a little more than an inch, and Monday it snowed even more. At this point, I began to regret not getting snow boots when they were super cheap at Target last month. So I bundled myself up as much as humanly possible and braved the elements to go to Target. I have a feeling people were looking at me strangely, and very few people were wearing hats or scarves like I was. Surprisingly, I actually purchased a scarf and new gloves on my previous trip to Target in anticipation of winter.
So I got to Target, and I thought maybe I should look into getting some thermal underwear. With difficulty (and after asking a not-so-nice Target team member), I found the rack of thermals. Naturally, they only had two pairs of thermal pants. Surprisingly, they were in my size, but they were white, and I didn't really want white. They had a variety of colors and sizes available for the thermal tops however. So typical of the Watertown Target... I decided to forgo that purchase, a decision I'm sure I will come to regret. But I moved on to the shoe section. They had a pretty disappointing selection. Most of the boots were just downright ugly or boring. But a pair of pink and greyish-green snowboardesque boots caught my eye. And they were on sale! Score.
I've found I'm responding pretty well to the winter weather. Of course I would like for it to be 70 degrees outside again, but I figure as long as I am dressed appropriately the cold doesn't bother me too much. I would, however, like it to be just warm enough to melt the ice off the sidewalks. Even in the snow boots I slide around on the ice. I've already fallen once (no injuries to report), and I'm okay with falling as long as it doesn't happen a) in the middle of a major road, b) on stairs, or c) on the train tracks, especially when the T is approaching. Other than that, I can deal with it.
So I got to Target, and I thought maybe I should look into getting some thermal underwear. With difficulty (and after asking a not-so-nice Target team member), I found the rack of thermals. Naturally, they only had two pairs of thermal pants. Surprisingly, they were in my size, but they were white, and I didn't really want white. They had a variety of colors and sizes available for the thermal tops however. So typical of the Watertown Target... I decided to forgo that purchase, a decision I'm sure I will come to regret. But I moved on to the shoe section. They had a pretty disappointing selection. Most of the boots were just downright ugly or boring. But a pair of pink and greyish-green snowboardesque boots caught my eye. And they were on sale! Score.
I've found I'm responding pretty well to the winter weather. Of course I would like for it to be 70 degrees outside again, but I figure as long as I am dressed appropriately the cold doesn't bother me too much. I would, however, like it to be just warm enough to melt the ice off the sidewalks. Even in the snow boots I slide around on the ice. I've already fallen once (no injuries to report), and I'm okay with falling as long as it doesn't happen a) in the middle of a major road, b) on stairs, or c) on the train tracks, especially when the T is approaching. Other than that, I can deal with it.
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