Sunday, May 23, 2004
First off, I think a very large Happy Birthday is in order for Shelby, all the way out there in SmallTown, Michigan. Hope you have a good one, Shelbster!
Here we have the classic image of Shelby with the Ford Mustang Shelby. The car. It's called the Shelby.
Last night I was a huge dork and stayed in to do some writing and also to watch the Crufts dog show, which was being broadcast by Animal Planet. Was it the coolest Saturday night ever? Clearly, the answer is yes. I was richly rewarded though, because Deedee the whippet won Crufts, which made me happy. I love whippets. Such delightful little dogs!
Friday night I went into Boston with my mother for dinner. Fanuel Hall was absolutely packed, since it's tourist season and it was an extremely nice night out. We ended up eating at Legal Sea Foods down by the Aquarium, because it was a little bit less crowded out there. I still marvel at how nice everything looks now that they've torn down the Central Artery. If they could get rid of the construction it would look even nicer yet.
After dinner we went to see the seals, and we ended up watching them for quite a while because the seals clearly enjoyed our company. They would swim around the end we were standing at a lot more than the other end of their tank, and they kept peering at us. Terribly cute. After we dragged ourselves away from the seals we walked around for a bit, since it was just so damn nice out.
When we finally got home Jess and I decided to go adventuring (i.e. driving aimlessly around, which is standard operating procedure for Swampscott summers). The driving was much less aimless this time around though, because we actually managed to make destinations. We went up to Middleton to hit a bucket of balls at Richardson's before they closed, which was pretty fun once I realized what I was doing wrong. If I don't start with the club too high I can usually make contact with the golf ball. And that's about all I can ask for when it comes to the driving range. A good time nonetheless.
Richardson's closes at 11, so we were driving around grousing about everything closing so damn early, when we remembered that the Krispy Kreme out in Medford or Somerville or wherever the heck it is stays open until 2 or 3 am. So we headed out there and got Krispy Kreme donuts. Mind you, I was the one driving, and I needed surprisingly few directions. Perhaps I'm getting a mite better at this whole knowing-where-the-hell-you-are thing. Doubtful, though.
I figure a good goal would be to drive all the way out to Mass MoCA at some point this summer. It's a good 3, 3.5 hour drive from here, and it's not really an easy drive because you have to go through a bunch of mountains to get there, but that museum is entirely worth the time. And let's face it, Swampscott/Nahant folk, we need to get out there at some point this summer. If I could become directionally sound enough to make it out there and back it would be a truly glorious thing.
The Red Sox kicked some Blue Jay ass today, and it was a thing of beauty. Wakefield and his knuckleball gave us a very solid 7 innings, and the Toronto pitching just fell apart, prompting my brother to say to me, "Man, even you wouldn't throw that many walks. They'd be hitting tons of home runs off of you, but you wouldn't throw as many walks as Battista's doing!" Ha ha. I'm not certain how accurate that assessment is, but it should just go to show you how hideously he was pitching. We're now on top of the AL East (yes, over the Yankees), so all is temporarily fantastic.
Well, all except for the fact that my calculus class starts tomorrow. Ugck. Wish me luck, kiddos.