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Posting this picture is probably evidence that I have little to no life.  That I model different hats on my cat. Or that I am little too excited for Halloween.  I think most of it points to working from home might not be the best option for my sanity.

I took this photo the first couple of days that we moved to Massachusetts and I'm still having a hard time believing that I live here. This afternoon I amazed myself when I didn't stumble my way through the subway and pointed one of SML's classmates to their train transfer. They say you have to live here for something like seven years to become a real Bostonian and I think I'm well on my way.  But if being a Bostonian requires that your pronounce car as, "Cah", I'll stick to being a Utahn.

There are many things that I'm beginning to love about Boston, the most being that I can go downtown and end up at a free Alanis Morissette concert. I actually knew about the concert before going downtown, but I'm amazed at how many free things that you can do in this city. In Salt Lake City it seemed that if something were free, it involved tye dye clothing or a car salesman.  I was hesitant to go to this concert and even after we were inside I kept looking around to make sure we didn't have sign up for a Capital One credit card.

Afterwards we went to a housewarming party for one of SML's schoolmates and everyone kept asking how "we were liking school."  These kinds of situations are extremely uncomfortable for me and I'm not even sure I can explain why. I feel very domesticated saying that I stay at home with Kitty Kitty Bang Bang, telecommuting to Salt Lake City, and baking chicken in my spare time.  It feels very unwelcome to say something like that and so I say nothing at all, pretending to be very interested in the ceiling.

This is all very random, but tonight I had a jello shot out of an orange peel.  That seems very important for some reason. 

SML and I went to Six Flags New England last weekend because riding on a roller coaster was all I could think about after Mub told me she was going to the Warner Brother's Park in Germany. This was my first time visiting a Six Flags and I was unprepared for the amount of upside-down loops and corkscrews on their roller coasters.  SML was also unprepared because after the fourth roller coaster SML was unable to walk and we had to go home, something about wanting to keep Six Flags on the list of places he hasn't thrown up at.

It's been relatively quiet here lately, and I think I'm getting into the groove of things.  I picked up an IT volunteer position yesterday, which I'm hoping will keep me busy while SML is gone all day, every day.  I'm saying that in a very supportive way, but sometimes SML's schedule is a little disappointing; who goes to school seven days a week. I'm almost thinking that we should become fundamentalists so that it would be against SML's religion to participate on Sundays.

SML's parents came to Boston for the last couple of days to help SML's sister and husband move into their new apartment in Cambridge.  Their visit has so dramatically changed my mood because I desperately needed something familiar besides Starbucks and McDonald's.  When I'm new or unfamiliar places I start to become completely paranoid about my surroundings, that someone is breaking in through a window or that the apartment maintenance people are going to steal my iMac. 

A couple of nights ago, as Hurricane Hanna was moving up the coast, I kept imagining total disaster in Boston and that we wouldn't have any clean drinking water.  I woke SML in the middle of the night to tell him we should go and buy bottled water and emergency supplies, startling SML because he was unsure if I meant we should go right that instant. SML argued later that we could just boil the water if it were unsafe but I countered with, "What if the gas for the stove is cut off? WHAT THEN."

This picture of the Boston Skyline was taken just as we were leaving for Provincetown on Sunday afternoon.  I was looking forward to being able to take a picture of the skyline , but I'm still not clear where to go to get the best shot.  There are so many faces to this city that you cannot pick one view and not feel like you're leaving something out.

Unless you live in Allston, it's just best not to take photos at all.  The other day I walked by an abandoned mattress on the sidewalk that said, "DO NOT REMOVE:  BEDBUGS"  Well, maybe I should have taken a picture of that.

Why did I just think of that game 'Cooties'?

You may have noticed that these new pictures I'm posting are clickable.  They'll take you to my Flickr account I set up since I've become afraid of being robbed on a daily basis.  I lost many photos when my iMac didn't make it across the country and since I cannot bear losing anymore, online storage seems the best way to go.  So if you're a Flickr user, let's be friends!

SML and I decided on Sunday to take a ferry to Provincetown, an area of Massachusetts that the gays have been raving to us about. SML and I were indecisive this weekend, asking questions with questions like, "I don't know, what do YOU want to do."  By the time we decided on Provincetown the next ferry wasn't until 2:00 p.m.  

I took the above picture as soon as got off the boardwalk.  I really cannot describe how lovely I thought the whole place was, or how beautiful the ocean is on this part of the Cape. SML kept gushing how much he loved the fresh salt air while I was just excited to not be near one of the thousand or so moving trucks that have migrated to Allston with the new school year.

As we were walking into town I kept telling SML how I didn't understand why all the gays are in love with Provincetown. When did it become popular to hang around small towns, no matter how beautiful and scenic, when Boston is only a ninety minute ferry ride?  A friend of SML's called Provincetwon the "Gay Mecca" and although we did see a pirate ship of sorts with a pride flag, I just wasn't ready to get on my knees and face the east.

But then we walked into town. And all of that changed. 

Now. I don't know if they have those flags flying all year long, or if they just strung them up to greet SML and I, but holy cow. The entire city was like a pride festival, except without a parade.  Unless you count that man dressed up as Dorothy riding a bicycle and telling everyone to come to the Crown.

This post verges on crazy, but what the hell.  I joined the Boston Sports Club since arriving here in Allston, and have on several occasions had enough determination to stop eating and walk there.  It's been much easier to get there since SML's Mormon brother-in-law started living with us because the thought of my shirt sticking to the sweat on my back is far more appetizing then it is to pretend that I don't use obscenities to describe how I'm feeling, or how the blood blisters on my toes are screaming for a !#!#$ and a little bit of a @$!%@!%.

On Sunday I made my way through four or five blocks of consumer trash and found myself on the elliptical machine next to who I am almost certain was Joel Derfner.  But I just don't know!  And I can't even believe that I'm writing this, that I'm telling the world that I purchased the book "Swish" to complete a quest on becoming the gayest person ever.  But I swear, that orange hair!  It must have been him; just more fat and less attractive than the picture inside the covers to his books.

And is it really crazy that maybe he just got a teensy bit more ugly and decided to come to Boston from New York to workout?  I told SML this story a day after it happened, feeling paralyzed and giddy that I saw my role model.  He didn't react in the way I wanted him to, by clapping hysterically while jumping up and down.  Instead he gave me that look, that look you give to tell someone they need a stronger anti-depressant, that I'm making up celebrities at the gym.

Well, quasi-celebretiries anyway.