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Realm: Personal - Subrealm: Getting home
Jan. 5th, 2007 09:30 amOf the ninth, tenth and eleventh days of Christmas there is little to be said. And this is as it usually is, since almost everyone who is not Episcopalian or Catholic or Lutheran has forgotten that it’s still Christmas, while a roughly equivalent (but non-identical) group has gone back to work. This latter included my brother, who staggered off to the theatre (ok, we drove him, but still) to help start readings for Noises Off. We decided against one last trip for doughnuts, instead buying hostess gifts before driving down to Boston. Here, we found are way to the home of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sovay, whose family was graciously putting us up. We were offered abundant lunch options (as one might have expected), and spent most of the afternoon hanging out in used book stores, before going out for Thai with Kate and Charlie, and then playing Ticket to Ride. A fun evening, especially since Kate gave us a ride back to Alewife, allowing us to skip once again fuming at the increased rates on the T, and the irony that you now pay them with a Charlie Card.
The next morning was spent simply hanging out and devouringsovay’s family’s enormous collection of literature. Then we drove over to Sharon, which is inhabited by an old friend of Grace’s named (coincidentally) Ariel. Spent the night with her, her husband, and their eight-month-old. Then drove to Simsbury, where Grace did a slightly reduced version of her normal day’s work, while I stared at the computer screen and tried to remember which jobs I was going to apply for.
Then we drove home insanely late.
The Twelfth Day of Christmas will be spent trying to get caught up on the massive backlog of laundry, and in reminding my what work is like. And in rehearsal for a twelfth night play in which I got sucked into replacing someone who'd bailed at the last minute...
A footnote on chain restaurants: Chili’s has risen in my opinion since I discovered that they actually have regional beer varieties on tap.
A footnote on doughnuts.
I propose that the things sold by chains are donuts; those sold by independent bakeries, where they are fried in real grease and eaten, tasing like ambrosia, by old-timers with provincial accents, are doughnuts. Who’s with me?
sovay, whose family was graciously putting us up. We were offered abundant lunch options (as one might have expected), and spent most of the afternoon hanging out in used book stores, before going out for Thai with Kate and Charlie, and then playing Ticket to Ride. A fun evening, especially since Kate gave us a ride back to Alewife, allowing us to skip once again fuming at the increased rates on the T, and the irony that you now pay them with a Charlie Card.The next morning was spent simply hanging out and devouring
sovay’s family’s enormous collection of literature. Then we drove over to Sharon, which is inhabited by an old friend of Grace’s named (coincidentally) Ariel. Spent the night with her, her husband, and their eight-month-old. Then drove to Simsbury, where Grace did a slightly reduced version of her normal day’s work, while I stared at the computer screen and tried to remember which jobs I was going to apply for. Then we drove home insanely late.
The Twelfth Day of Christmas will be spent trying to get caught up on the massive backlog of laundry, and in reminding my what work is like. And in rehearsal for a twelfth night play in which I got sucked into replacing someone who'd bailed at the last minute...
A footnote on chain restaurants: Chili’s has risen in my opinion since I discovered that they actually have regional beer varieties on tap.
A footnote on doughnuts.
I propose that the things sold by chains are donuts; those sold by independent bakeries, where they are fried in real grease and eaten, tasing like ambrosia, by old-timers with provincial accents, are doughnuts. Who’s with me?
