Goodness! Tonight I finally got my act together and posted all the pics from a week ago in Boston. Photography Monday, seven days delayed. Robin even called today to inquire if I was ill, or my computer broken... Not to fear! The photos are here. This week has been crazynuttywacky, culminating in a signed lease for a 3 br/2 ba in the charming Glen Park district of San Francisco. Escape from the burbs! More on that later. And did I mention we booked a wedding place? And that I almost got arrested at Bruce Springsteen? Is there a law on the books regarding inappropriate picture-taking? And can someone please explain Jennifer Love Hewitt, Rock Star to me?
Boston was great. It was the first time I'd been back since moving from fair Beantown, and I was surprised at warm nostalgia that overtook me when I saw that, really, nothing had changed. Bryan and I arrived on Thursday morning at 6am (that's 3am our time, just so you know) and drove from the city down to Connecticut to meet my mom and look at possible venues for our own upcoming nuptials. We picked one. This is very, very good. And I am excited. On Friday morning we drove up from CT to Boylston, MA, where Robin and Derek have the cutest l'il house (not salmon-colored, as she'd have you believe.)
From there on we got caught up in the happiness and excitement that was their wedding. It is truly great to see two honest-to-goodness fabulous people find each other! Some highlights:
* Sharing A Very Special Manicure. Do you think this is healthy?
* Finding that, at least six years later, Matthew Fox's milk ad is still fridge-worthy
* My many, many, many, many attempts at getting a better shot than this of me and Robin
* That my bridesmaid gift helps me better apply bright red lipstick
* Robin's pretty, pretty dress
* Robin's pretty, pretty self in her pretty, pretty dress
* This picture, which came out too dark
* The Jewish traditions
* And of course, the happy couple!
Ah, that's a lot. Not to go on, but Sunday and Monday were fun too. For one, we stayed at the schmancy Nine Zero (or "Ninety," as Patrick innocently called it). That was cool: They had a mad minibar. We met up with dear and aforementioned friends Patrick and Rebecca on Sunday afternoon and -- one day only -- walked the Big Dig PR event. Hey, we lived through it for six years, might as well see what all the hype is about... Basically, it looked like a big tunnel to me. Okay then.
Sunday, 6pm: Rendez-vous with Jen, then onto dinner with her sister and beau at Spire, where we drank expensive tea and ate desserts billed as painters' palettes. On Monday we pounded the east-coast pavement, missed the Duck Tour and noticed things we'd never noticed before about our former city. It was just like the olden days. Well, not that olde. As we left, I caught a glimpse of the state building I toiled in for 4 years -- under construction for asbestos removal. Good times, good times.
This is my favorite photo of Boston.
Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Brown!
Boston was great. It was the first time I'd been back since moving from fair Beantown, and I was surprised at warm nostalgia that overtook me when I saw that, really, nothing had changed. Bryan and I arrived on Thursday morning at 6am (that's 3am our time, just so you know) and drove from the city down to Connecticut to meet my mom and look at possible venues for our own upcoming nuptials. We picked one. This is very, very good. And I am excited. On Friday morning we drove up from CT to Boylston, MA, where Robin and Derek have the cutest l'il house (not salmon-colored, as she'd have you believe.)
From there on we got caught up in the happiness and excitement that was their wedding. It is truly great to see two honest-to-goodness fabulous people find each other! Some highlights:
* Sharing A Very Special Manicure. Do you think this is healthy?
* Finding that, at least six years later, Matthew Fox's milk ad is still fridge-worthy
* My many, many, many, many attempts at getting a better shot than this of me and Robin
* That my bridesmaid gift helps me better apply bright red lipstick
* Robin's pretty, pretty dress
* Robin's pretty, pretty self in her pretty, pretty dress
* This picture, which came out too dark
* The Jewish traditions
* And of course, the happy couple!
Ah, that's a lot. Not to go on, but Sunday and Monday were fun too. For one, we stayed at the schmancy Nine Zero (or "Ninety," as Patrick innocently called it). That was cool: They had a mad minibar. We met up with dear and aforementioned friends Patrick and Rebecca on Sunday afternoon and -- one day only -- walked the Big Dig PR event. Hey, we lived through it for six years, might as well see what all the hype is about... Basically, it looked like a big tunnel to me. Okay then.
Sunday, 6pm: Rendez-vous with Jen, then onto dinner with her sister and beau at Spire, where we drank expensive tea and ate desserts billed as painters' palettes. On Monday we pounded the east-coast pavement, missed the Duck Tour and noticed things we'd never noticed before about our former city. It was just like the olden days. Well, not that olde. As we left, I caught a glimpse of the state building I toiled in for 4 years -- under construction for asbestos removal. Good times, good times.
This is my favorite photo of Boston.
Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Brown!
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