1. Tyler is stuck for the moment in his old apartment at the behest of what sounds to be a slightly crazy older Italian couple who speak very little English, won't let Tyler move in, and feel personally injured that Tyler's girlfriend Sarah has given notice to end her month-by-month lease. Tyler also told me that these same landlords were under the impression at one point that Sarah's roommate's parents were also moving in to the same little apartment. This seems like a reasonable assumption to me. Isn't it every college grad's dream to move into your first post-college apartment with a close friend and your parents?!? Incidentally, it is MY dream that SOMEBODY'S parents lived with Tyler and his four roommates in their apartment after sleeping there for a night. I had been warned by Tyler not to go in the kitchen and by Sarah to doublewash any glass I might use, even if it were put away in the cupboards like a "clean" glass, and so duly warned, despite my thirst, I stayed out of the kitchen. Just kidding, Tyler – YOUR room was quite clean and your apartment is not the worst I have slept/lived in by a very long shot. (Ahem, college-aged Dan…)
2. Mariah's flight was delayed until midnight so I didn't end up going to the airport to be a welcoming committee. Sarah (and by association, Tyler) kindly offered to go pick her up since they "would be up anyway," whereas Dan and I were planning to be already asleep for an hour or so by that time, old folks that we are.
3. We did have brunch on Sunday in Concord with Mom, Dad, Mariah, Tyler, Sarah, Nona, G-Daddy, my uncle Tim, and Tim's college roommate, Byron. Here are some dark restaurant pictures of our group, taken soon after our waiter scared us all by insisting on pouring the coffee like the tea in a Moroccan restaurant - from about a foot above the glass!
On Saturday night, we went to the area around Faneuil Hall in downtown Boston to have dinner at Durgin Park, a Boston institution where Dad fondly remembers being berated by the waitress oh so many years ago. Apparently Dad loves abuse, because he gently insisted we go here, and in the end, it did seem meant-to-be since we miraculously found a street parking spot directly under the Durgin Park sign. To prepare ourselves, we went first to a little old pub and had a few beers.
A Sam Summer in Boston, how appropriate:
Tyler and Sarah:
Mom and Dad (let's call them the Red Team):
Me: (This picture officially scares me, by the way. Look at those crow's feet!! I am aging!)
Dan and I decided to take advantage of happy hour oyster prices and try our first raw oysters on the half shell. There's even a picture of us slurping them down, but unfortunately I can't post it because in the picture my chin somehow manages to look like it takes up half of my face. So, here are the empty shells as proof:
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