My parents had met the chef's father while travelling, which they mentioned to the waiter, and the chef sent word that coffee and dessert were on him. Which my parents felt a bit embarrassed by, as that wasn't their purpose in mentioning it, but I told them to accept graciously and just write a nice note. Then he was near the door as we left, so we got to actually chat with him.
Then there was Jeremiah-watching. Jeremiah was very sentimental this week, but pretty good. I didn't like it quite as much as the folks I was watching it with seemed to. I did like the transvestite madam, though. How very Rocky Horror.
The turnout was disappointingly small. I hadn't been before, but I'd seen pictures from two years ago, when there was a much larger crowd. I'm wondering whether Cambridge's flag raising at 9:30 didn't collide and reduce attendance.
Anyway, we went and pride-brunched in a church basement (
Some folks went on to Boston Pride, others went home, and rmd and I went to hang out at Diesel. Amazingly, we snagged a table in front while we were still in line for our drinks, and sat and read newspapers and so forth. We'd caught sight of
We visited Topper's window and
My favorite pieces were the sculpture in, if I recall correctly, the McIntyre & Moore window, "No Lines, No Waiting", a tentacled nightmare of fast food service; one in the Goodwill window that puts strange hybrids of food and appliances in Sunday circular ad-speak with sculpture to match; and the civil rights piece somewhere along Highland Ave. (the Arts Council should really put the leaflet with map up as a .pdf or something on their site) that meditates on the lunch counter activists of the 60's from the point of view of a girl watching them on TV in her kitchen--it was one of the more thoughtful uses of the "Food for Thought" theme. Of course, the news clippings included the prom desegregation headline from 2002 in the mix. A bit depressing, no?
We'll have to go back before June 28, to get the windows we missed, on College Ave. and upper Holland Ave.
We had burritos for lunch and then took a nap that I thought would be a half hour but turned into three. Very late in the day we got to T's birthday party, where we saw
Sunday was a very slow-starting day, and then I had wanted to stop by the consignment shop around the corner and possibly buy a set of two mahogany chests of drawers. About half an hour into this process I realized we were going to completely miss picnicking with friends on the Common. Aw. And I'd been hoping to drag people to watch the end of the dragon boat races. But now I have two lovely pieces of real adult furniture that I'll need to love with Murphy's Oil Soap occasionally but it will be worth it. And, see, it has drawers. Into which I can put clothes. Thereby reducing clutter in my rooms. What will they think of next?
We ran the AC for a while to cool off from all the furniture-moving. It wasn't so much that the bureaus were heavy--they weren't. It was that for once I really cared that they not bump into banisters or doorways, and it requires much more concentration and strain to have fine motor control over a bureau than to heft about a pine futon you're not too worried about. As rmd said, "yeah, but then all you have is a futon". Heh.
We went out for Indian food (rmd bought, because she's about to be employed again--kick ass!) We went back to rmd's place and finally watched the SFU pilot. We'd missed it and I guess one other episode, when we got started on the series in reruns last summer.