Happy Fourth. To celebrate, I skimmed about three hours off my work day, attended a Neil-Simon-themed bbq (which involved quite a bit more rehearsing than I had anticipated), and then moved on to the night's entertainment -- watching fireworks drunk.
First stop was All-Asia -- on the way to this fine drinking establishment, I happened to run into a woman I hadn't spoken to since freshman year of college, when she lived across the hall from me in my honors-college-floor freshman dorm. Nuts. She's apparently doing a music PhD in NYC and is in town for the summer to accompany the Boston Ballet School. Pretty sweet, eh? More on that later.
Upon arrival at AA (ironic), there was no live music of yet (always a plus for All Asia), but by the time T. arrived to join Bnap and me, they had arrived in full ska-terrible form. Such terrible form that it caused a) Bnap and I to become rather drunk and b) T. to leave. No matter! B and I headed to a friend's house (she's a graduate student RA for the MIT undergrad dorms, lives right on the river), played with a really cute baby, and then eventually rejoined with T. in time to watch the lightning-storm-esque fireworks from Mem Drive. Brilliant.
After, I was coerced (my words, not theirs) by both Bnap and M. to walk down to the hotel down the street to sit outside and chat about life. Which ended up being mostly chatting about abortion and psychiatric disorders. Go figure. Yay America, Yay Boston, Yay fireworks. EOM.
