I'm writing this from
chanaleh's living room at the moment, mooching wireless off the B&B next door (naughty of me, I know, but if they're leaving their network that unsecured...), although I'll post a more significant description later once I'm home. But, yes, I'm without access for two and a half days, and I pop on to read over 100 posts. Waah waah waah.
Anyway. Having a lovely time. Meeting new people! (Hello,
mangosteen and
farwing!) Renewing old acquaintances, like reintroducing my wallet to Newbury Comics (*wince*) and finding the new location of Pandemonium Books (*whee!*). I've missed you both so much! Oh, and people, too. ;-) Didn't see quite as many of you as I would've liked, but not realizing that I actually had wireless access until late last night rather hampered the best laid plans.
In no particular order, some brief impressions:
It's not that Boston drivers are particularly bad, it's what they're given to work with that drives their merely mortal minds to the depths of madness.
I'd forgotten what a *really* humid summer feels like. I am going to have to wash that hat at least twice. With bleach.
Boston proper hasn't changed all that much. The spawnling towns, oh yes. Density has gone up dramatically in 10 years. Admittedly, that's something of a "duh!" but it was startling. I guess tech has been good to The Greater Boston Area.
I should remember how well the "take the first half off to veg out completely, then go do stuff in the second half" plan works for vacations. (And many, many thanks to
murph_grrl and
mazianni for the former, and to
chanaleh for a base of operations for the latter).
It's funny what pops into your head for "Oh, I shoulda done that! And that! And that thing, too!" on your last night before flying back. Maybe next time I'll be a little more pro-active about planning my trips, rather than more brain-dead. (Nothing major, more just a "well, that woulda been nice, oh well.")
I'd never really cottoned before to how... integrated Boston feels, as a city. For all of it's 'European' feel with numerous smaller neighborhoods with their own distinct identities, Boston feels much more alive and much warmer in spirit than I ever got from Chicago. I have missed this place.
That's about it for now, lest I actually start boring you with my trip details. I'll do that later. Heh.
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Anyway. Having a lovely time. Meeting new people! (Hello,
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In no particular order, some brief impressions:
It's not that Boston drivers are particularly bad, it's what they're given to work with that drives their merely mortal minds to the depths of madness.
I'd forgotten what a *really* humid summer feels like. I am going to have to wash that hat at least twice. With bleach.
Boston proper hasn't changed all that much. The spawnling towns, oh yes. Density has gone up dramatically in 10 years. Admittedly, that's something of a "duh!" but it was startling. I guess tech has been good to The Greater Boston Area.
I should remember how well the "take the first half off to veg out completely, then go do stuff in the second half" plan works for vacations. (And many, many thanks to
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It's funny what pops into your head for "Oh, I shoulda done that! And that! And that thing, too!" on your last night before flying back. Maybe next time I'll be a little more pro-active about planning my trips, rather than more brain-dead. (Nothing major, more just a "well, that woulda been nice, oh well.")
I'd never really cottoned before to how... integrated Boston feels, as a city. For all of it's 'European' feel with numerous smaller neighborhoods with their own distinct identities, Boston feels much more alive and much warmer in spirit than I ever got from Chicago. I have missed this place.
That's about it for now, lest I actually start boring you with my trip details. I'll do that later. Heh.