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In conclusion

Filed under : Travel
On August 6, 2007
At 3:15 pm
Comments : 11

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)

 

11 Comments for this post

 
Jan says

Becca was so kind not to mention the fact that we came home from the train station to a pile of dog poop on the dining room rug, and that my husband and I both had some kind of stomach bug thing on Sunday. What fabulous hosts we are!

 
Alex says

Darn! And Becca forgot her camera!

Feeling better now, Jan?

 
Becca says

Hey, I’d rather deal with dog shit and stomach bugs than actual dogs, and you kept yours out of my way. Stupendous!

Alex, I tried to draw it but they kept shooing me out of the room.

 
Ima Wurdibitsch says

Did you beep Owen’s nose? I’ve heard that’s the thing to do.

 
Alex says

I wondered how you’d managed with the dog, Becca. It does seem pretty fierce. And I just went back throught the J’ball archive to verify that Jan did indeed once boast that her dog could kick my dog’s ass. Which should tell you everything you need to know right there.

As for a pile of dog poop on the rug, I’m afraid I don’t actually need you to draw me a picture, Becca. I’m just happy to know it doesn’t happen only at my house.

 
Becca says

I did beep Owen’s nose! It was a move I practiced on nine helpless nieces and nephews.

Alex, he had a bit of a digestive problem himself. I felt sad for him. However, it would have been a good time for your dog to take him, should you be a Michael Vick fan.

 
Ima Wurdibitsch says

You’re Auntie Becca to NINE kids? I’m so jealous. My brother needs to get busy. I just have the one nephew. Of course, I am getting grandkids* so I probably shouldn’t complain.

*The most fabulous and wonderful grandgirls in the whole universe!

 
NoShowMo says

I have nothing to add other than I am very, very jealous of Jan.

Of Becca, too, but I’ll see Jan in a couple months.

 
Becca says

It helps to be the youngest of five kids, Ima. I got to be an aunt when I was in high school. Fun!

Look out for that kid dressed in Red Sox wear, Nosh.

 
Jan says

Alex, my dog could still kick your dog’s ass. There just might be some poop involved in the scuffle, too.

 
Alex says

Just name the day and time, Jan!

My dog will be hiding under my bed.