In conclusion
I had a fantabulous time in Beantown. It was great seeing Jan after all this time and she and I cracked each other up as much as ever, Mr. Jan and I commiserated about a universe where Barry Bonds could set “records,” and Baby Owen is surely one of the cutest children on this planet. This is not hyperbole; he is seriously beyond adorable. This is to say that I forgot my camera at home. Although Mr. Jan threatened to take a picture of me reading to Baby Owen while he was in his Red Sox outfit. No record exists, I tell you!
The wedding was a foodapalooza (did I mention that the groom is a chef?) and I found that they had one of the best meet-cute stories ever. It turns out they met at the gym where the future groom bribed the staff to feed him info about the future bride (my cousin) so he could then say, “haven’t I met you somewhere? do you live in Brookline? maybe I saw you at ____?” In some states they call that stalking but it seems to work great in the movies as well as here. Aw.
In between, I wasted time at the Boston University bookstore where Brother2 had a credit. Nephew1 and I had fun asking the staff if stuff we liked came in anything besides “BU” and they pretended to not be totally irritated with us. I didn’t get anything besides an iced tea at the Starbucks that was within the store.
Anyhoo, I got home at 2:30am and am utterly useless today. I have pretty much drunk my weight in coffee. And after the wedding of Mr. & Mrs. Chef, that’s a lot.
Hm, they only had the live version. Sorry, Jan!
MC Solaar - Victime De La Mode (Live)
