ship to shore.

boston. a rainy sunday. people are much nicer here than in new york and i'm always taken aback by it. the fact that someone in a coffee shop or bar attempts to have an actual conversation with you weirds me out. but in a good way.

it's not beach weather this time. went to a street fair in allston. got a bunch of free stuff. (also wouldn't happen in ny!) met more of erika's friends. went to a show. the same bar i always go to in boston, just different years, different eras in my life. erika's friends know my old boston crew, which is nice. makes me yearn for simpler times. when coming to boston was a "big trip".

now it's just the J, a short walk through china and a nap away.

for e.a.w.
hostess with the mostess.

postscript...
my ipod must have GPS on it. became obsessed with boston bands on shuffle en route...

"are you safe to leave behind?
every anchor in your mind
you know better than i do
so clue me in...

your tongue in cheek
too late it's already days and weeks
before we can make ends meet

am i right?
and you're wrong?
too late it already takes too long..."-cave in