Sunday, August 31

Still obsessed

Another month of averaging more than 10,000 steps a day.

Yay!


Saturday, August 30

Weekend Madness

If you live in Cambridge you know this long weekend is full of kids in U-Haul trucks moving into dorms and studio flats all around the city.

Lost count of the number of old appliances, pieces of furniture and mattresses I've seen on the sidewalk, but Anne one-upped me.

She saw the clown who backed his rental van into this tree ... which was upright at the time of impact.




Wednesday, August 27

I could do that in 5 words

6 word headline on BBC News today.

US Girl, nine, kills gun instructor.


US is moribund in this headline.

Sunday, August 24

What's the Mata?

I just won 85 of those Great British Pounds!


Sunday, August 17

Bit of a Dick

Went to my once-a-year excuse to drink $9 Coors Light and day-dream. AKA baseball.

We had the good seats where the waitress brings you drinks.

Guy in front of us asked for pizza. When told they had none, he slapped his knees in disgust and then death stared ahead while the waitress hung around for 30 seconds to see if he had an alternate.

He did not.

When the game started the lady on the front row leaned forward placing her arms on the balcony. The knee-slapper tapped her on the shoulder and said he couldn't see the pitcher if she did that. Awkward silence as she sat back in her seat.

All the time the guy's kid was sneezing every 8 seconds. What a delight.

I haven't gone all Instagram with this shot. I just pressed the wrong button on my phone!


Thursday, August 14

70 reasons for a great day out

Today is my mum's 70th Birthday.

Happy Birthday mum!

After some frenzied gift opening we kicked off with Breakfast at Zoe's where my dad tackled the Waffle Slammer!

Next we took a ferry out to Georges Island for a few hours of walking (I got my mum a FitBit) and sunburn.

Lots of fun facts as you cruise the Harbor Islands. You learn about mental institutions, hangings, sewage treatment, squatters rights, trash dumping and a bunch of things the British did as they exited Boston.

Here's a photo of my parents stood in a hole next to me.

On the way back to Boston I think our tour guide was drunk.


And tonight we headed to No9 Park for some fancy-schmancy fine dining. We went for the Tasting Menu and paired the wines ... because why not?

One reason why not is because afterwards outside the restaurant I had $3 in one hand for the valet to find us a taxi, and $20 for the taxi.

Imagine my surprise when I came to pay the taxi driver with the $3 in my hand. The valet must think I am some kind of big shot!

And if 7 courses wasn't enough we also got my mum a cake!

Not to worry, tomorrow will be a mini-golf, burgers and ice cream day.

Wednesday, August 13

15 years later

It's a slim volume ... but the book of Anne impersonating Washington DC landmarks is still coming together.


Saturday, August 9

(Y)Our Nation's Capital

Took a quick trip to DC this weekend with my parents.

Other than dozens of selfies, the highlights were ....

Sweatily walking The Mall to see the checklist sights of Capitol, Needle, Lincoln and White House.

Avoiding jokes about Daniel Day Lewis at the Lincoln Memorial and instead focusing on the Asian tourists sat on the steps having some important Lincoln speech read to them in their native language.



Watching Buddhist monks tackle iPad videoing as douche bags walked in front of them to challenge their serenity.

Lunch in a cool neighborhood with Jeff and Sean!


A turquoise clad QuinceaƱera outside the Capitol with a tough looking lady chauffeur in black leather gloves with a clipboard.

Steak at Top Chef alumni Spike's restaurant.

Peace and quiet at the Arlington cemetery as I people-watched to see if anyone was angered by visitors from former foes.

At his memorial, Anne's quick facts about Jefferson and his extra-curriculum affairs.

Friday, August 8

Customer Service 101

Me. Hi, I'd like to order pizza for delivery.

Za. OK.

Me. Oh, OK, then I'd like a medium with ...

Za. I need a name.

Me. Richard Taylor.

Za. Just first name is enough.

Me. OK, then Richard. You know, there's no need for the attitude.

Za. OK.

Me. I'd like a medium with ...

Za. I need a phone number.

Me. Fuck you.

Sadly mobile phones have removed the satisfaction of slamming down the phone, but I certainly hit the End Call button with gusto.