Bill (who is so adorable I can hardly cope with it) might have found me in Ricardo Cat yesterday, but I’ve left St. Louis now and I’m in Boston, tearing up the town.
I loved the flight; I had a direct and it was excellent, just over two hours, and we had tremendous views from the plane.
I’ve never been here before and I love it. It’s so green and lush; it felt like flying into France.
It also felt like landing on an aircraft carrier. I didn’t realize that the runways at Logan are at the water line. As far as I could tell, we were landing in the water. For added authenticity, the winds were around 25 knots.
I dropped my bags in Cambridge (love the free public transportation to and from the airport, Boston) and headed across the bridge to find Lee Barron at the Cloud Club. Amanda Palmer wasn’t home today, but we said hello to her apartment and petted her plastic Horse (which made me miss my own Horse of course) and her beautiful piano. I think she’s back tomorrow.
It was fantastic to see Bri.
We climbed the Tree and curled up in the Dome of the Cloud Club.
Below, Lee Barron and Stephen Martin at dinner. It was a beautiful evening, with little rain showers that came and went. We didn’t care.
Tomorrow, I have lunch with the lovely and talented Jack Wisdom (I can’t wait to see MIT finally) and Gail Moore is coming in and spending the night so she’s ready and on deck to enjoy the hell out of Bri’s day off on Friday. We’ve got a lot of fun planned, including of course the Isabella Gardner museum and The Garment District (a vintage/costume shop, not a zone). Friday night Ryan’s coming in and we’re going to a party, Saturday Doriot arrives and we’ll tour the ship (hopefully Lee will come too) and Sunday Bri has another day off and we’ll do it all over again.
I love it here. Really love it.
Be sure and let me know in the comments if there is something here that I really mustn’t miss…