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Dollhouse viewing with Tegin was awesome. We made it through four episodes, one tray of dip, and many ciders. The next morning I took the T downtown to the World Trade Center, for my cousin's wedding. It took place on the deck of the Spirit of Boston, in a very short and simple ceremony. The bride and groom worked their daughter into the ceremony; she got her own ring on a silver chain. We cruised through the harbor while dining on salmon and apricot glazed pork. There was very little imbibing (thanks to exorbitant drink prices on the ship), some strained singing from the wait staff, and a lot of kids dancing to Keisha and Lady Gaga. The DJ transitioned his songs with the grace of a Mob legbreaker. It was more than a little odd hearing an eight year old's favorite song played: "Born This Way". There was a brief period of me feeling very old, wondering if such a song was appropriate for that age group. Right after having that thought I wished I had a drink.
After the cruise, I escorted my uncle, aunt, cousin, niece (who has her own yoga practice) and Kayla the flower girl through the financial distric and downtown crossing. I took them on their first T ride, and got out at Newbury street for ice cream and record shopping. My cousin was psyched at all the shopping; they grew up in Scranton which is a different world compared to Boston. It was good seeing them, if briefly, and they promised to come back up and see the city properly. There will be clam chowdah and Harvahd Yahd in their future.
After a quick dinner and shower (walking around in a suit coat in 80 degree weather was rough), it was off to a going away party for a good friend of mine. We didn't get to talk much, as I was fried from a long day. The best bet was for me to jet, put in a quick appearance at Machine, and call it night.
Sunday was for Warhammer, modeling and painting, actually grocery shopping, and catching the last two episodes of Game of Thrones. The series went out with a big bang (or a chop and a blaze, more accurately). The only downside was an odd casting and writing choice for Shae, perhaps to make her a stronger character? It didn't sit too well. Grand Maester Pycelle's scene (also new) made up for Shae's. A great end, and I can't wait for the second season in the spring.
Despite all attempts to get a good night's sleep, I awoke every two hours again. I weathered the morning, dropped by Escape to see Jason about a new haircut. He offered me a half price cut if he could cut it Really Short. What the hell. He was very excited, and thought I looked magnificent. I'm not quite as convinced, but I'm not overly worried about it either way.
After the cruise, I escorted my uncle, aunt, cousin, niece (who has her own yoga practice) and Kayla the flower girl through the financial distric and downtown crossing. I took them on their first T ride, and got out at Newbury street for ice cream and record shopping. My cousin was psyched at all the shopping; they grew up in Scranton which is a different world compared to Boston. It was good seeing them, if briefly, and they promised to come back up and see the city properly. There will be clam chowdah and Harvahd Yahd in their future.
After a quick dinner and shower (walking around in a suit coat in 80 degree weather was rough), it was off to a going away party for a good friend of mine. We didn't get to talk much, as I was fried from a long day. The best bet was for me to jet, put in a quick appearance at Machine, and call it night.
Sunday was for Warhammer, modeling and painting, actually grocery shopping, and catching the last two episodes of Game of Thrones. The series went out with a big bang (or a chop and a blaze, more accurately). The only downside was an odd casting and writing choice for Shae, perhaps to make her a stronger character? It didn't sit too well. Grand Maester Pycelle's scene (also new) made up for Shae's. A great end, and I can't wait for the second season in the spring.
Despite all attempts to get a good night's sleep, I awoke every two hours again. I weathered the morning, dropped by Escape to see Jason about a new haircut. He offered me a half price cut if he could cut it Really Short. What the hell. He was very excited, and thought I looked magnificent. I'm not quite as convinced, but I'm not overly worried about it either way.
