July 19
 

 
 

The longer I put off writing about Boston, the less real it all seems, so I'm just going to write SOMETHING, before I end up writing NOTHING, which isn't at all what I want to do.  Far from it.  I'm having a tremendously hard time trying to think of the right way to encapsulate it, to describe it, to give it all a name.  Maybe because it was so--nice, for lack of a stronger word.  Maybe because it was exactly what I needed, right when I needed it.  I don't know.    Perhaps because I don't have a whole lot of close friends--let alone close girlfriends here in Connecticut, it seems that the time I am ever able to spend in the company of women is doubly cool and important for me.  So, we went to Boston, we had this amazing AMAZING time, and we undoubtedly talked about you, in great detail.  Yes, even you.  Well, no. Maybe not YOU.  We don't know you.  But if we did?  We'd totally have talked about you.

The kind of good time we had was the kind where it would go without saying that there was some alcohol involved.  Maybe more than SOME, but certainly not for the entire duration of the trip.   Also, the kind of good time we had was the kind where we all agreed, with no prompting, that any photographic evidence of double chins we may or may not posess would be deleted without question. (for the record: neither Erin nor Jessie have double chins.  They are perfect sexpots)  I would like to go over, right now, all of the things we laughed about, or all of the new inside jokes we've made (orange LIQUAH!!!), the people we saw ("Look! Look at that guy over there!! He's a kookoopants! What's he eating?  Is that a beardsnack, kookoopants?"), the people we spoke to ("Remember:  It's ALL ABOUT THE DANA!!") or the people who spoke to us ("Having a NICE DAY, ladies?!?"), or the people we had the misfortune to hear (The Real Slim Mickey:  "I would like to throw a brick at that fucker!") what we did ("We gotta spend you some MONEY!"), ate ("He brings us that food becacuse he thinks we're hot.  We ARE hot.  Go, us!"), drank ("This drink is HORRIBLE!") and everything else--but, but but.  I can't! It was fun and perfect and excellent in every single way, and for way better descriptions, along with way better photos, go here or here.

Literally, I could write for days about this trip, and how much I anticipated it, and all of the time we'd spent planning it, and then, how it was over just like that, and we were all hugging goodbye in the lobby of a Hilton in Winsor, and how it reminded me of JournalCon, where I'd managed to hook up with these amazing women whose lives I wanted to be more than a peripheral part of.  How I'd looked forward to it, and then, when it finally WAS, it was done just as soon as I closed my eyes.  That's always the case, though, isn't it?
 
 

 
 
 

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Oh, and for all of you who were wondering:  the wart is gone.  No shit, it really is!