another victim of the cross-blog infection

I, like htrouser and raynorgrace, have a yucky cold thing that has had me in bed for almost the entirety of the last two days. Thus, I blame a new kind of virus or bacteria that transmits itself through blog-to-blog contact.

In other news, sickness is preventing me from doing anything productive, which is really sucky, because there is much I need to do. Blah, I hate being sick!

off to the midwest

I'm off this weekend to Cleveland for my grandfather's 95th birthday celebration. I'm bringing a Pentax 67 I'm borrowing from State Art School's equipment stash for picture-taking.

fun instead of unpacking

Last night Dick and I were feeling a bit down (living in an new city isn't always easy, you know), so we decided to eschew inside duties like unpacking for evening fun-seeking.

Stop one was the new favorite local Irish pub, which has proven to have the best selection of beer on tap in our 'hood, if not great (one of the disappointments of Beantown has been the mediocre selection at the drinking establishments). The bartender told us they will soon be installing a cooler for bottled beer that will further augment the choices. It's also dark, smelly, and lets people bring their pet dogs in. I like this; Dick is a little wary, but after a couple of pints even he can't deny the cuteness of a friendly doggy.

Next we tried a little Salvadoran restaurant, which proved to have a great menu and the cheapest food I've seen in town yet. Dick got two cheese pupusas for $3 and could not stop talking about how delicious they were for the rest of the night.

Then we hopped the T to the Esplanade. I was astounded by how beautiful it was, and how amazing the view of the Charles, Cambridge, and Boston at night. We walked until my feet started hurting (still healing from their adjustment to much more walking) and then back to home and to bed.

they say "fuck" a lot more, too

I got a local phone number for my cell phone. I was surprised to find that the change in area code came with a change in the automated voice on the phone - the soothing voice now speaks faster. Dick thinks it's an all new, northeastern accent; I hypothesize that there's one automated voice the speed of which the cell phone company adjusts depending on your geographic location.

the first beantown post

In the interest of reporting the many things happening over the last two weeks, I should have been posting more. What spare time I have had, though, has not found me in front of a computer long enough to type sentences. Thus, a brief review:

-The car is sold. I am car-less.

-The driveway here was not big enough for the PODS container. Five days and a trip to city hall for permits later, the POD made it to the street and was unloaded by people we paid to carry our things up the stairs to our third floor apartment. This felt extravagant, but worthwhile.

-School has started.

-Tanqueray gin is much cheaper in MA than my former state of residence. Much rejoicing.