Jeremy went to Cambridge for work on Thurs. Quick trip, up in the early morning, back in the house by midnight. He took a few photos for me while passing by the MIT T-station. Speaking of MIT, they are closing down my dorm, Senior House. It had the lowest graduation rate of all the dorms and was well known for illicit drug use (not that I ever did any, I have yet to smoke either a joint or a cigarette. I’m square like that) and now that my own age has shifted from college-aged to administration-aged, I’m more sympathetic to the middle aged adult point of view. It had always had the unfortunate slogan Sport Death which was kind of OK when I went there, but is totally not OK now. Did I ever own a Sport Death shirt? I don’t think I did. (There was another shirt which I did own, The SPAMIT shirt which was not referring to the tinned meat). I was not in with the illicit drug crowd and I think you had to be in order to get the shirt. Despite its reputation for misfits, I am not (and was not then) a misfit and I still loved it there. I moved there my junior year after two years at Next House (which was the most Asian of dorms; people left their shoes outside their doors and everyone had a rice cooker). People let you do your own thing at Senior House. Which I did! My junior year was my favorite year. Gone now are the courtyard tire swing and the BBQ pit for Steer Roast.
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Vince has been gone all week at the fair. I wake him up in the morning, then he usually goes off in a carpool, though sometimes I drive him and he’s away until 10:30 pm. I see him only for a moment each day. So when Jeremy was in Cambridge on Thursday, Edda and I went to Habit Burger. We are making it a habit.
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Today, Jeremy worked 10 hours at the fair after doing a long bike ride.
I told you I got myself a corn dog a couple of days ago. Jeremy got himself a turkey leg.
As I’m typing this, the scouts are parking the final cars of the year. They are closing shop. Tomorrow is clean up and a pool party. Vince is tired but, I think, quite pleased with his work. This is the third year he’s done the Ironman challenge.
The final flag lowering.
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I facetimed Donald today right before he went out on a ride. What’s with those glasses?
Donald caught me while I was making a run to the liquor store at 10:30 am on a Saturday. When I showed him my loot, he asked if I was planning on partying like a 23 year old. I am. I am indeed. With a margarita in a bag.
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Edda and I spent the day trying out new videos. Edda’s videos are so old now – Finding Nemo, Madagascar, Totoro. We really need to get some new ones into the rotation. We tried Moana today. I had heard great, great reviews about it, so I was optimistic – at least for me to enjoy it.
But it wasn’t as enjoyable as I thought it would be. First of all, I was trying to nap at the same time. Second, Edda tried sit on my head and then whack me every 5 min to complain that it was a new movie and she did not like it. Not one bit. And I thought Maui was annoying and what’s the deal with the intellectually disabled chicken? After the movie, I read some articles about HeiHei, the short-end-of-the-stick sidekick and how awesome he is as metaphor for difficulties in life but I just really didn’t get it. Oh well.
