When Best Friends Come to Visit....

As many of you may know by now, I have joined the Boston College Chorale. It's a group of mostly BC undergrads, so although I don't exactly fit the typical member profile, it is a chance for me to sing. I used to sing a lot, and I really loved it, but after college, I just let that part of me fade out. Now that I am studying again at a university but am also almost done with school "for good," I thought I should take advantage of the opportunity to join one last collegiate choir.

Mrs. W my high school voice teacher and second mother and my best friend Charlotte were very happy to learn that my first concert was on the weekend that they planned to visit me in Boston. They were even more ecstatic to find out that I was performing with the Boston Pops and Bernadette Peters. 

The concert went well.  The Pops were perfect.  Bernie, as the undergrads like to refer to her, was sensational in a tight sequined dress.  At age 61, she works it like a 30 year old.  I saw Keith Lockhart, the Pops director, place his hand over his heart and act as if he would swoon from her vocal sex appeal. As overpriced as the event was, it was really fun.  And it was so nice to have Char and DW there to greet me when it was all over.

But most importantly,  Dolores, Charlotte, and her two extraordinarily beautiful and uniquely "wired" children, Dottie and Elliot came to spend time with me.   I loved having them around and I was sad to see them leave.  Charlotte's kids are the sweetest, although they also have a demonic side as well.  One of my favorite memories from the weekend was when Elliott was crying on the floor, and Charlotte asked Dottie what happened to him. Dottie proudly admitted in her dainty little girl voice that she pushed him down the stairs.  We all just busted up laughing.

Highlights of the visit included:

1.  Bernadette Peters lying on the piano during her sultry rendition of "Fever."

 

 2.  Visiting Harvard. . .

 

Elliot liked the leaves.

Charlotte and I in front of Longfellow's house.

Someone at Harvard made this little tree house on campus, and Jonathan couldn't wait to show it to Dottie.  Notice Dottie's smile, it's a bit maniacal. I like those kinds the best.

When we told Elliot that we expected him to end up at Harvard he looked around and then started crying.

3.  Eating corndogs and "chowda" in bread bowls at Quincy Market.

"mmmmm......after eating this delicious chowda I will also eat your soul.  Wink.Wink."

 

 Although Dottie looks like she doesn't like her corn dog in this picture, she is really just disgusted that her mother waited almost 5 years before she gave her one of these delectable culinary masterpieces.

Elliot couldn't jam it down his throat fast enough. 

4.  Walking the Freedom Trail.

 This is the spot of the Boston Massacre and the balcony from which the Declaration of Independence was read.

 

Paul Revere's home.  

 

The old State house.

 

A very old tombstone.  Mother Goose was also interred at this graveyard. Yes, apparently, she was real.  Notice the skull at the top.  As I walked through the grave yard I felt like I had entered a child's scary Halloween drawing. 

 

 Colin and James.  They are the cutest.

 

 The Landon's joined us on our Freedom Trail adventure.  It was very fun.

 

 Boston is very pretty.

 

 Paul Revere is a handsome man.

 

Boston.

5.  My early Birthday present, handmade by Charlotte.  We are cosmically connected for life.  If you don't know what that means...well, I would say, of course you don't.  Few people in life are cosmically connected like me and Char.  It's kind of like we are Siamese twins, but with our souls.  Does that make more sense?  This pillow, I think, is the home decoration that most perfectly embodies our friendship.  Thanks so much Charlotte.  This is my favorite present that you have ever given me. 

Thanks so much for coming guys.  Thanks DW for coming to my concert and for buying me delicious treats.  I hope you can come again soon!! I love you!