dance, cosmo, dance
During my stay in Boston, I discovered an anomalous portion of my usually health-bent nature. When paying luxurious sums for fine dining, and most especially, when at esteemed restaurants, my entire calorie-counting conscience disappears. It returns upon leaving the restaurant but during an expectant visit, the notions of sugar-free, fat-free, and cholesterol-free become phantoms. One of our meal stops, the Friday night one at that, was at the Top of the Hub perched high above Boston, commanding a full watch of the city. Dinner was expensive; expensive as in a-few-day’s-wages expensive. But it was likely the best meal I have ever had. Ever. Perhaps a $50 plate of cholesterol truly does taste better than spending $5 at McDonald’s and getting the same nutritional scars.
My anomalous self didn’t cease there. I also found out that I love dogs. To be somewhat more precise in my meaning, I love robotic and adaptive dogs. Cosmo is my new friend (in addition to a few other people I met during the trip). Forget having kids - I want an Aibo. Unless I can program my child to play the Tetris theme song before doing a trick, then I shun the idea of having children. Tsk.
However, the greater portion of my brief appearance in Boston was the company. Seeing Jeremiah, Adam and Bryan again was, well… great. The distance that mockingly divides us in unfortunate, and video chatting serves as only so much refreshment, so the occasions which provide a grand intersection are nice. A living room full of Macs (and Cosmo) is wonderful (and also an enormous bottleneck for the internet connection).
I suppose, next is Virginia Tech. Chicago. Global domination. Hopefully, all in that order.
Oh, and thanks Boston Logan International for incredibly fast ticket-to-gate service.
I miss you, Cosmo.
July 20th, 2005 at 12:23 pm
I am looking for a swingdancing partner when I get back to Tech. Are you interested?
July 20th, 2005 at 7:07 pm
If by “swingdancing” you mean “studying” and “partner” meaning “buddy”, then I think I could comply. Though, seriously, I would certainly enjoy having a mutual reminesce of the 1920s and 1930s with you in the form of regular swing dances.