(Notice my brand new shirt. Representin' Michigan, baby!)
(Zak... hard at work on a Saturday)
Well hello from the 6th row of our Boston-bound Bolt Bus! Zak and I are heading to his home for a night. There are many-a-birthday to celebrate! Karin, Dida, Pete. The idea of this brief one-night trip is to pack light. A suitcase full of dirty laundry, our computers, and our toothbrushes. Yes, you heard right... no camera. So there will be no photo updating, unfortunately. I'm already anticipating that moment when I see all of Zak's nieces and nephews, think to myself 'holy moly are they growing impossibly fast,' then of course wish I had my camera. Pete will just have to make up for my lack of camera.
This morning came early. Very early. It was the first time I warmly welcomed the scraping and clanging of Triona (the owner of the bar two stories below us) lugging empty kegs out onto the sidewalk at 7:26am. It certainly squandered any hope of an extra few minutes of sleep. All for the better, though. And her Irish accent is enough to make me forgive her for the greatest of sins.
So we got out of bed, we threw on some clothes, we dumped all of our laundry into my suitcase and off we were. A quick stop at Dunkin' Donuts woke us up. Even though they didn't have any more chive OR veggie cream cheese. What is that all about? If only I knew they didn't have these fancy cream cheeses I would have ordered a fancy bagel. But by then it was too late! I had already ordered a plain bagel, and it had already been toasted. So I was made to eat a
Our bus ride started along the west coast of Manhattan where we saw lots of boats docked. One of which was an aircraft carrier. Neither Zak nor I could remember if we had ever seen one so close. They are remarkably massive. Dwarfing the 10-15 planes it was supporting.
Switching gears, I was walking down 6th Ave the other day and there were three gentlemen stationed outside a deli selling various items of jewelry. But it was not their goods that captured my attention. They also had a boom box with them. Through its speakers came a tune that transported me to my younger years. I do believe the song must be the first soulful, R&B song I ever felt drawn to. I remembered being about 10 or 12 years old and taking advantage of the few moments I would be home alone... by singing this song at the top of my lungs. At least I was wise enough to keep my pipes to myself. But I have since learned that I should leave this one to Rose Royce altogether.
Enjoy your weekends, as I am sure I will. I think I might nap, watch a movie, or some of both for the remaining three hours of our bus ride. I have an awfully comfy human-shaped pillow next to me I just may take advantage of :)
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