8/06/2007

Jurassisaurus Rex -or- Weekend Two.

Hi. Friday I had off. God bless summer Fridays. So I slept in. Then I, um, cleaned my house for a second. Then I hated it, cause it was like 85 degrees (sorry to all you Southern readers who don't think 85 is hot, what with the 103 today and all). I guess I am supposed to explain to you that 85 here sucks cause I don't have central air. And only a window unit. A lil fella. Who doesn't want to work a lot. So, we went to the Museum of Science.

Which, since I live in Somerville, right on the Cambridge state line, I get free museum passes. And I get to be Portuguese for free. Good thing the passes were free, cause the museum was pretty lame. Way less cool than the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago (complete with train track bear attacks) and even COSI in Columbus.

But it was fine. Cause there was a lightning machine maker that made 'splosions.

That afternoon. We went to the Sam Adams Brewery.

Way cooler than a thousand kids. That's about it. They talk about beer, show you how to make beer, then give you beer.

What more could anyone want? Cept an air conditioner.

Friday night.
Awesome party at a friend's roof deck.

You could see Fenway from there. And, had the Sox not been in Cleveland (or Seattle, wherever), it would've been even better. But it was sweet nonetheless.

Saturday. Wake up. Get stoked when I remember that it isn't Sunday, but Saturday. Then I don't do anything. Went to the Farmer's Market. Then watched a movie. Then tossed Lacrosse balls in the park with Marianna. I'm pretty amazing at lacrosse. Then we went out to Jillian's to meet up with a few buddies, former McKinneyites, who are in town. One for an interview, one for the Beastie Boys concert (which is right now). Lots of foosball.

Sunday. Sleep late, accidentally. Miss church. Then drive up to Concord. Concord, only 20 miles away, feels like it's out in the Gunks in New York. It's so far away feeling. Here is where the Revolutionary War started (Shot heard round the world, right here). Where all kinds of American authors lived / are buried. Thoreau, Emerson, Alcott, Hawthorne. The Concord Grape. And the finest barbecue pannini in Eastern Mass. Then came home, rode my bike something like 5 miles up to the Middlesex Fells Reservation, around on some trails, back. Then into town to hook up with my bros again.







More Concord pics here.


This morning I got a flat on the way to work. Boo. Anything else, Marianna? She says no.

See you guys soon.

Micah




1 comments:

Kelly said...

So. You just inspired me to relay a few things to you.

You need to go to Wilson's. It's a local farm stand that is now a large farm stand. It's in Lexington. You'd love it.

You need to go to Rockport if you haven't been yet. Great ocean-side town with amazing salt-water taffy.

Wait until April 15th, officially known in Massachusetts as Patriot's Day. Wait, were already up there at this time? Hmmm...well, they reinact the Battle of Lexington where it all began, on Lexington Green at oh, say 5 in the morning. And they also, I believe, have Paul Revere redo the ride. Yes, we Massachusetts folk LOVE our history. Anyway, fun stuff.

Okay, bye now.