This past weekend I drove up to Boston to visit
wolfy, with a bonus trip to see The Pogues on Saturday night at the Avalon. On Friday morning I got a later start than I'd intended, but I thought that an extra hour of sleep was preferable to leaving early and passing out on the way. At least it was a nice day for a road trip; it was sunny and clear, and the only place the cops were really out in force was Delaware. The whole trip took about 9 and a half hours, including an hour just to get to the Beltway and about 20 minutes to get through that joyous Mass Pike/128/30 interchange, plus a boneheaded manuever involving taking 95 up through Delaware and Philadelphia rather than 295 straight to the Turnpike. Since I was kind of done with being in the car and driving by the time I got to Waltham, we grabbed dinner and then headed back to
wolfy's place where we hung out and watched whatever happened to be on IFC. In this case that was "sex, lies, and videotape" (damn, is that a young-looking James Spader) and
"Party Monster" with Macaulay Culkin and Seth Green. Seth steals the show right out from under Macaulay, in my opinion.
Saturday involved sleeping in and then heading out for breakfast around 1:30. Killed some time running an errand, and headed downtown to kill some more time before going in to the Avalon; this involved hitting up Commonwealth Books, picking up a $5 volume on the art of Terry Gilliam and drooling over 400-year-old books in the display case. As for the Pogues, I thought this was a better show than the one I saw in DC when they last came through, better energy all around.
wolfy sums it up
here; "This one's called 'Sunnyside of the Street'" was announced something like three or four times, with only the last time actually being, y'know, that song.
Sunday we slept in again, puttered around a bit and then headed over to have brunch at Doyle's. Turns out that it was only the two of us; I was kind of disappointed that nobody showed up, but it was hardly the worst fate in the world to have had a quiet brunch and good conversations with just the two of us. I finally hit the road back home around 4:30 and managed to pull into my parking spot at exactly midnight, where Chris was just arriving after having gone to the Paul & Storm show that night. It was perfect driving weather on Sunday, and I left late enough that I missed a good bit of the heaviest traffic in lower CT I think. It would've been nice to have company and someone to talk to for the trip back, although travelling by myself meant that I could make or avoid stops as I wanted. Since I'd had a really heavy lunch, I didn't bother stopping for dinner and only made three brief stops all told, including the traditional stop at Vince Lombardi. I keep swearing that "next time" I'll stop in at
The Traveler Restaurant off I-84 again (free book with every meal), but on the way up I'm always trying to get in to Boston before it gets too late and on the way back I've almost always just eaten. Ah well. I'm going up to Boston again at the end of the month for a wedding, maybe I'll manage to stop in then.
Yesterday I finally got out of my pajamas at 9:30 PM, and only then because I needed to run to the grocery store. I did at least accomplish something: I assembled a new bookcase and moved two of the other three bookcases in the dining room to another wall so that I can have that whole wall lined with shelves. Now I need to move the fourth bookcase over and sort through all the stuff on them. There are a bunch of magazines that can be recycled and I suspect some of the books can get posted on Paperbackswap or Half.com. I still won't have enough bookshelves put together, but it'll help clear up some of the huge stacks of books in the living room that have nowhere else to live at the moment.