Boston: day 1-2.5

I've been MIA from my blog for a couple of weeks since I was busy running around trying to get things done. Had a list of tasks I had to complete and clear from my mind before coming to Boston.

So glad that I cleared that list. Well, except for rust-proofing my car. Am I ever gonna get that done?

Edward picked me up from the airport at 5 on Friday so I didn't have to lug 90 pounds of suitcases through the city by myself. While I was waiting for him, this Porsche drove up to the curb and a woman near me practically jumped the driver. They then proceeded to take PDA to a very awkward level for bystanders. Eww. Good god, woman, he needs his face! Let it go! I sorta just rolled my eyes and went back to my book. But man, when Edward showed up... too happy for words. And no, I didn't jump him.

We were supposed to go to his school's Harvest Ball that night, but what with the traffic and lugging suitcases up 4 flights of stairs and just general indifference towards the whole thing, we didn't wind up going. Instead, we picked up some yummy mexican food and settled in front of the computer like we always did. Perfect.

I finally fell asleep at around 4 in the morning only to be woken up by a scream at 8:30. From Edward. It took me a few seconds to figure out why he was screaming in pain. Then I realized he was gripping his left calf.... ah, a muscle cramp.

Ed:"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Why won't it sttttttttttttttoooooooopppppppp??"
Eve: (bewildered) Maybe you need some bananas. *muffled giggles*

Poor thing, not only did he have to endure a long and painful cramp, he has had to endure all my bursts of laughter since then. I can't help but laugh every time I think about the "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!". Hahahaha.

Finally got up at around noon, stopped by vegetarian fair and then on to shopping at Galleria Mall in Cambridge near MIT. The mall was opened 'til 9:30 on a Saturday! How nice. Couldn't get through the whole mall but managed to get some shopping done. I was all shopped out by 8 and practically collapsed on the T. (That's the train/subway system Bostonians get around on.)

This city is so compact and convinenent. It's a bit dirty since it's so old, but there's a lot of character in it. I wouldn't want to wander around at night by myself, but other than that, it seems relatively safe.

I met a few of Edward's friends tonite at dinner. We dined at a a chinese place called Peach Farm in Chinatown. The food wasn't so great, but it was nice to actually meet some of the people Edward has mentioned numerous times over the past few months. They seem like cool people. They are all Americans and it's obvious that they don't know much about Canadians at all. That was rather surprising.

I suppose we only know so much about American culture due to the fact that most facets of media stem from the States. TV, movies, books and magazines are mostly centered around our not-so-friendly neighbour. Where would Americans get any exposure of their Northern ally except from all the cliches that have been passed around for ages? But to not know where Toronto is? That's rather... odd, don't you think?

This semi-ignorance and the fact that they made comments on Edward's choice of words for the terms "Restroom", "grades" and "12th Grade" made me quite excited that the Fleet Center in Boston (ACC equivalent) was recently renamed TD Bank North Center. I shall make a note to refer to it as TORONTO Dominion Bank North Center 5 times when we head over there for a TORONTO Leafs-Bruins game in a few days. I just hope the leafs win. Either way, we'll wear those jerseys proud.

Tomorrow will be a day of shopping while Edward's in class all day. And then perhaps over to the wharf from some fresh, fresh seafood or over to the famous Union Oyster house for some chowda and oyster.

I'm so happy to be here. I've missed my Edward more than I've let on. (Mine!)

time for: some more research... such as what route I should take in Downtown Crossing to maximize my shopping potential?