J & D get active. (vs passive)

j came to boston this past weekend. we both have things going on in our lives that involve waiting...being at the mercy of other people. in j's case its actually life changing and important. in mine, its basically petty and stupid but in both cases its frustrating as hell to have to sit back and wait for someone else to dictate your happiness/future and i think this weekend we did a damn good job of taking it back in our own hands. its so important to seek out our own happiness.
and thats what we did. in about 48 hours we walked at least ten miles over four or five neighborhoods across the boston area, found at least ten fabulous thrift stores, inspected at least ten cafes in my ongoing pursuit of the perfect cafe, ate at least ten fabulous meals of various cultural heritage, and found one store that blew us both out of the water.
j bought the "freshest" sneakers (bronze and black quilted sprinters!)and i bought the "nastiest" hat (lined with daisy printed fabric!) and the owner fell in love with j's huge rock ring and told her she should send her stuff his way and we fell a little in love with the owner and decided to follow his instructions and walk all the way to central square to an african dance... experience(?) that happened to be as fresh nasty and fabulous as he'd swore it would be.
i rerererereconfirmed how happy i am not to be in new york and TO be in boston. i tell you in new york youre not going to happen upon a neighborhood versin of j's famous booth. but in boston, you might, and we did. the questions people submitted to be pondered and answered by whoever made the piece were beautiful and touching and silly and i intend to have one in my backyard wherever i settle... check this one out:



im reading on wednesday at cantab lounge in central square. just thinking about it my stomach is dropping into ass. but im gonna do it. damnit.
thats all for now.
xD