Boston (7/22-7/24)
I left work at 11AM to get to Chinatown in time for my bus. Felt guilty about spending less than a single full day in the office all week. Such is life though. Playing hookie is too fun to resist right now. The subway was running in both directions on one track due to construction so things were kind of a mess and it was good I left early. On the other hand, the bus was running late so I had time to pick up lunch afterall. By the way, Lucky Star was late both directions, I recommend taking a different line. I picked up some beef chow fun at a rather sketchy restaurant and it was greasy, flavorless, and generally terrible. I could only eat half and then I just pitched it. Gross. The bus ride was long and not particularly comfortable.
I had a friend from highschool to stay with in Boston and she gave me good directions to BU housing so it was a relatively smooth trip through the T (the Boston version of the subway). I really liked Boston and hope to go back soon, though I think Chicago was better. We went to Boston Harbor and saw the USS Constitution and its museum, took a ferry to George's Island and explored the fort there (this involved a bit of spelunking in complete pitch blackness which has always been a favorite passtime of mine), saw the 3D IMAX show on sharks at the Boston Aquarium (the show kinda sucked, as most 3D shows do in my experience), we ate at Legal Sea Food (not so good and overpriced), ate at the Paramount (it was reeeaally good, I had chilled melon and champaign soup followed by lamb and they had a great Napa Cabernet...), had a glass of delicious muscat on the 54th floor of the Paramount building during a lightning storm and got to see the amazing light show that resulted, saw Boston Common and the public park, saw beacon hill, saw the bunker hill memorial, perused some bakeries, had lunch with another friend I hadn't seen since graduating highschool at an Indian restaurant, and went to Cambridge to see Harvard too. The campus was pretty much as I imagined it would be. Spent most of the afternoon there at the Fogg museum of art. Some nice pieces from the masters there. The Rodin's weren't as good as at the Met though. Sat next to a woman from Madrid on the bus ride back to NY (which was running very late) and had a nice conversation. Fun weekend.
