Well, hey, I'm in Boston. I hopped onto a bus in DC at 9:00 Friday morning and was blissfully hugging Matt around 6:30 PM. It's so good to see him again!

Saturday, we went to the Mount Auburn Cemetery, which is big and green and pretty. People choose to get buried with some weird stuff to mark their grave. Photos at the end of the post. Matt wanted to go kayaking, and we biked our way along the river looking for Harvard's boat house. Did we find it? Nope. We did discover that we were kind of hungry, and so we decided to go to My Thai, a nice little vegan Thai restaurant in Boston proper. (Matt lives in Cambridge.) It was a long bike ride, but it was worth it. I had some very tasty penang curry with fake beef, in case you were wondering. When we got home, we collapsed onto a couch and watched Memoirs of a Geisha, which I had read but never seen. It was a downer.

Yesterday, we kind of planned on catching a ferry out to one of the islands, but we decided that we didn't want to do an all-day excursion that we weren't really prepared for. And so Matt called his friend Christina, who led us on a grand adventure. We went thrifting-- I got a new pair of jeans! They fit! The thrift shop didn't have dressing rooms, but I didn't let that stand in the way of my search for new pants. Oh no. Just slip on a baggy skirt and you're set to take pants on/off underneath it. My ingenuity knows no bounds. Outside of the thrift shop, there was a big ol' street festival with lots of vendors and some bad music. Most of the vendors were giving away stuff for free, so we got ourselves lunch in snack-sized portions.

What to do with the rest of the day? Matt and his friend Rob (who we had met up with at the street festival) both had some reading to do. Pft. Academics. Look at me, I'm skipping a whole week of classes. We headed to Rob and Christina's place so they could read and so that Christina and I could distract them with a movie about labor unions and then the hilarious "Wizard People" series on YouTube. Ridiculous narration over the footage of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone? Yes please. What made it even better was that Christina had never seen or read the original story.

Finally, we biked off to dinner at Grasshopper, which has a Sunday night buffet. Seems like an odd night for a buffet to me, but hey. It's all good.

Matt and I returned to his place, exhausted but sated. And now he's off to his academic world, leaving me all alone until our lunch date.