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Things Of Note from the past week:
Vineyard time is almost upon us! two more weeks! Hopefully my shoulders will have quit peeling by then. Stupid Negroburns. If anything me having a sunburn looks even grosser than whitefolk sunburn because layers of color peel off. Gah. Giving up and investing in some SPF 15 at least.
Wee Beastie turned 7 on Saturday and celebrated with a gathering of mostly in-house and mom's family on George's Island out in the Boston Bay.
Try not to hum Ave Satani.
I love this kid, but after two trips out to George's Island I can officially say fuck that place. I mean, it's not like we had to endure apocalyptic rainstorm while stuck on a docked ferry this time, but I feel like there are enough parks to hang out and have fun in without taking a half hour trip on a tiny ferry and then waiting in line for an hour and a half in hot ass sunshine just to get back. Nope.
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cell23 and I walked from Long Wharf up to and through the North End in search of Actual Pizza™. He's been insisting for years that pizza worthy of a picky New Yorker can be found there. After a stop in some waterfront parks looking for the site of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919 (his pet disaster - we didn't find it but we were spitting distance close) we wandered to Regina's Pizza... only to find they had a dinner line wrapped around the block. Hahahaha fuck that. On another recommendation we looked for choice number two, which was Ernesto's, which was perfect in almost every respect -a tiny hole in the wall pizzeria with... absolutely perfect, thin crusted, tangy sauced pizza. I literally took one bite, put my slice down and shook cell23's hand. "Congratulations, you win."
Lookit these perfect pizza slices.
We kept noodling through the North End, mostly ogling pastry shops along the way, before circling back town towards City Hall (which is as breathtakingly hideous as its pictures) Faneuil Hall (less ugly, more historic) and Quincy Market (I could see how this might have been cool once upon a time but sadly it's gone the way of Times Square or Rockefeller Center - completely tourist trappy).
OMG LOOKIT THOSE CANNOLI.
AND ALL THESE COOKIES.
I wish I'd taken more pictures, but I was contending with a mostly dead phone for most of the trip and I didn't have my Hail Mary battery for some boneheaded reason. Oh well. Next time. But the stroll with the husbeast made me happy - both in the successful quest for pizza and in the enjoyment of wandering a place old enough that the buildings seem to be leaning under the weight of their own history. There aren't many places like that in the US, really. Much to my amusement, as we didn't do this on purpose, our walk spat us back onto Long Wharf again, meaning we'd waked in a complete circle. After sitting down to watch the world's most surreal carousel for a little bit, we got back on the T to Alewife, where we'd stashed the car, and went home.
Seriously, what is going on with that carousel. Is that a fox/horse hybrid? and why does that owl in the background look like a soul-eating mime oh god help
Long story short, North End. Very yes. And not just for the pizza.
Other things of note since my last entry: it's been alternately hot, humid and gross and cold and waterlogged. We'd have a steambath day, followed by thunderstorms, followed by neverending drizzle, followed by steambath. Prime weird-mushrooms-in-the-lawn weather. :P Yuck. I think I'm withesotericscribe in declaring myself wintersexual.
Lastly, last night I betook myself to the movies. Twice, seeing as I saw two shows in two different theaters, lol. First was catching the Fathom simulcast of the Rifftrax guys doing Sharknado! which... oh lord, that movie was so hilariously bad. Not quite Manos! bad, but getting there. There were a few moments where I was wondering if the Rifftrax guys could even save it, but they did. After that I was like "ehhh I got 20 minutes and the car... I can totally catch the late show of Snowpiercer." so I did. Oh my, that is certainly a movie. As I tweeted afterward, it felt like City of Lost Children, The Matrix, and the Hunger Games had a freaky train baby. I mean it was good and the visuals on it were pretty awesome, but there are several moments in the movie where you are quite aware that the source material is very French and the direction is very Korean. That said, it was refreshing to see Chris Evans, Octavia Spencer and Tilda Swinton doing something this... different. (Though this is actually kinda every day territory for Tilda Swinton, lets be real - but I loved her performance here. Very Dolores Umbridge meets Effie Trinket.) I might have to give this one another watch at some point - it's a heavy movie and dense in some parts, and probably needs a bit of unpacking in later viewings.
Vineyard time is almost upon us! two more weeks! Hopefully my shoulders will have quit peeling by then. Stupid Negroburns. If anything me having a sunburn looks even grosser than whitefolk sunburn because layers of color peel off. Gah. Giving up and investing in some SPF 15 at least.
Wee Beastie turned 7 on Saturday and celebrated with a gathering of mostly in-house and mom's family on George's Island out in the Boston Bay.
Try not to hum Ave Satani.
I love this kid, but after two trips out to George's Island I can officially say fuck that place. I mean, it's not like we had to endure apocalyptic rainstorm while stuck on a docked ferry this time, but I feel like there are enough parks to hang out and have fun in without taking a half hour trip on a tiny ferry and then waiting in line for an hour and a half in hot ass sunshine just to get back. Nope.
After the party and returning to Boston proper,
cell23 and I walked from Long Wharf up to and through the North End in search of Actual Pizza™. He's been insisting for years that pizza worthy of a picky New Yorker can be found there. After a stop in some waterfront parks looking for the site of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919 (his pet disaster - we didn't find it but we were spitting distance close) we wandered to Regina's Pizza... only to find they had a dinner line wrapped around the block. Hahahaha fuck that. On another recommendation we looked for choice number two, which was Ernesto's, which was perfect in almost every respect -a tiny hole in the wall pizzeria with... absolutely perfect, thin crusted, tangy sauced pizza. I literally took one bite, put my slice down and shook cell23's hand. "Congratulations, you win."Lookit these perfect pizza slices.
We kept noodling through the North End, mostly ogling pastry shops along the way, before circling back town towards City Hall (which is as breathtakingly hideous as its pictures) Faneuil Hall (less ugly, more historic) and Quincy Market (I could see how this might have been cool once upon a time but sadly it's gone the way of Times Square or Rockefeller Center - completely tourist trappy).
OMG LOOKIT THOSE CANNOLI.
AND ALL THESE COOKIES.
I wish I'd taken more pictures, but I was contending with a mostly dead phone for most of the trip and I didn't have my Hail Mary battery for some boneheaded reason. Oh well. Next time. But the stroll with the husbeast made me happy - both in the successful quest for pizza and in the enjoyment of wandering a place old enough that the buildings seem to be leaning under the weight of their own history. There aren't many places like that in the US, really. Much to my amusement, as we didn't do this on purpose, our walk spat us back onto Long Wharf again, meaning we'd waked in a complete circle. After sitting down to watch the world's most surreal carousel for a little bit, we got back on the T to Alewife, where we'd stashed the car, and went home.
Seriously, what is going on with that carousel. Is that a fox/horse hybrid? and why does that owl in the background look like a soul-eating mime oh god help
Long story short, North End. Very yes. And not just for the pizza.
Other things of note since my last entry: it's been alternately hot, humid and gross and cold and waterlogged. We'd have a steambath day, followed by thunderstorms, followed by neverending drizzle, followed by steambath. Prime weird-mushrooms-in-the-lawn weather. :P Yuck. I think I'm with
esotericscribe in declaring myself wintersexual. Lastly, last night I betook myself to the movies. Twice, seeing as I saw two shows in two different theaters, lol. First was catching the Fathom simulcast of the Rifftrax guys doing Sharknado! which... oh lord, that movie was so hilariously bad. Not quite Manos! bad, but getting there. There were a few moments where I was wondering if the Rifftrax guys could even save it, but they did. After that I was like "ehhh I got 20 minutes and the car... I can totally catch the late show of Snowpiercer." so I did. Oh my, that is certainly a movie. As I tweeted afterward, it felt like City of Lost Children, The Matrix, and the Hunger Games had a freaky train baby. I mean it was good and the visuals on it were pretty awesome, but there are several moments in the movie where you are quite aware that the source material is very French and the direction is very Korean. That said, it was refreshing to see Chris Evans, Octavia Spencer and Tilda Swinton doing something this... different. (Though this is actually kinda every day territory for Tilda Swinton, lets be real - but I loved her performance here. Very Dolores Umbridge meets Effie Trinket.) I might have to give this one another watch at some point - it's a heavy movie and dense in some parts, and probably needs a bit of unpacking in later viewings.
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Date: 2014-07-16 08:15 pm (UTC)From:And ouch to the sunburn. I fry in nothing flat so going outside in summer requires Dita von Teese levels of sun protection.
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Date: 2014-07-17 10:52 am (UTC)From:As for the pizza...mmmmmmmmm......
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