12 March
My impression of Boston thus far:
Boston is a very wet town where water and occasionally ice fall from the sky and make you wet and your shoes get wet and your glasses fog up. If you are looking for dry, this isn't the place.
I am having a very good (if drenched) time, slogging around, going to the Museum of Fine Arts, seeing the marvelous Bradford Washburn photography exhibit, and the Crowning Glories: Two Centuries of Tiaras show.
Some of the Washburn photos literally took my breath away. They were photos mostly taken from the air of Alaskan mountains and glaciers and the Grand Canyon. The detail and scope is fantastic. And the glaciers looked alive. Of course, they are alive, but they never look that way in photographs.
God, I'd love to have one of his pieces. Especially the one of the mountain at sunset. They are b/w pictures, so it's not great because of the colours, but because of the shadows and depth.
The tiara show was great, too. And I picked out the one that I want to wear to the Oscars someday--it's a Cartier "diadem russe", in the Russian style, with a row of small diamonds, then pearls, then diamonds, then a row of hanging solitaires that swing as you move, then diamonds pearls and diamonds again.
It's the bomb.
Then I was exhausted, but I had time to kill before I had to meet Columbine and Debbie and all of their little friends. But there was nothing to do and no-place to go in such a relatively short time, and it was hailing, so I took the T to Copley Square and went to the store called Copley Flair that sells stationery and candles and soap, so you know that it was basically my dream store. I bought a Giles refrigerator magnet, and went to the White Horse Tavern.
Of course, I was still like 40 minutes early and there was no-place to sit at the bar, so I stood on my aching feet and read my book, and then they came! There were there! Hooray! So we sat down and ate.
Columbine mentioned some shit about taking a break or something that I objected to strongly, and blah blah blah. Debbie was really nice and funny, and the four other people seemed fine, whoever they were. I think one was Debbie's sister. Not that I wasn't introduced, but things like that never sink in.
Gotta go meet Robert for brunch (but not Patrick, 'cause he's an outlaw) and I'm still in my jammies, so more tomorrow.
Today's horoscope:
Critical comments interfere with relaxation. Ignore judgmental or nit-picking people. Focus on play NOT work today.
One year ago today:
"Chapter One, The Bride..."
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