There's a bubble in the floor. A big bubble right in the middle where the bastards didn't stick it down well enough. It wasn't there on Friday, but on Saturday night when I got home Joe was like, "Go into the kitchen. Walk into the middle of the room." You could see the bubble before you even stepped on it. Bastards! Now we have to make angry phone calls and maybe take even more time off and they'd seriously better do it right the second time.
Yesterday I couldn't be pissed about the floor or anything else because it was sunny and 70 degrees. The freak snow from Saturday melted, so we can pretend that never happened. We were looking for a low-key way to get out and enjoy the day, so we decided to just drive. For those of us who live close to Boston, 495 pretty much marks the end of civilization. We wanted to see what was out there. We took Rte. 9 past Natick and then got on some local roads through random towns—Westborough, Shrewsbury, Boylston—that eventually took us to Worcester.
I've only been to Worcester once and that was fifteen years ago, to go see New Kids on the Block at the Centrum. It's almost like a real city but not quite. We drove through downtown and there was one corner near the DCU Center that looked like it could have been in Boston's financial district. But then one block over it was all check cashing places and coin-op laundromats and dollar stores. Lesson: Worcester is ghetto.
The drive back was equally random. We stopped at the 99 in Auburn for dinner; it was almost dark when we left, so we decided to take Rte. 16 all the way back to where we live. We picked up 16 in Webster and followed it through even more random towns: Douglas, Uxbridge, Mendon, Hopedale, Milford. Finally in Holliston it started to feel normal again. Wellesley, Newton, home.
It was pretty fun actually. There are a ton of places I've never been to that are only an hour or so away--why not check them out? They're not exciting, but they are different, and there's probably something cool (or at least a 99) along the way.
Yesterday I couldn't be pissed about the floor or anything else because it was sunny and 70 degrees. The freak snow from Saturday melted, so we can pretend that never happened. We were looking for a low-key way to get out and enjoy the day, so we decided to just drive. For those of us who live close to Boston, 495 pretty much marks the end of civilization. We wanted to see what was out there. We took Rte. 9 past Natick and then got on some local roads through random towns—Westborough, Shrewsbury, Boylston—that eventually took us to Worcester.
I've only been to Worcester once and that was fifteen years ago, to go see New Kids on the Block at the Centrum. It's almost like a real city but not quite. We drove through downtown and there was one corner near the DCU Center that looked like it could have been in Boston's financial district. But then one block over it was all check cashing places and coin-op laundromats and dollar stores. Lesson: Worcester is ghetto.
The drive back was equally random. We stopped at the 99 in Auburn for dinner; it was almost dark when we left, so we decided to take Rte. 16 all the way back to where we live. We picked up 16 in Webster and followed it through even more random towns: Douglas, Uxbridge, Mendon, Hopedale, Milford. Finally in Holliston it started to feel normal again. Wellesley, Newton, home.
It was pretty fun actually. There are a ton of places I've never been to that are only an hour or so away--why not check them out? They're not exciting, but they are different, and there's probably something cool (or at least a 99) along the way.
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This is "B" week and bubble is one of our words. That means it's a good omen that the idiots will come out to remove your bubble and get it right this time. I could housesit for you guys one day from 3 till one of you got home if that would help. As long as I could also go through your stuff and eat your food.
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