Boston Recap

I thought I should probably write a little something about my time in Boston. I was there for almost an entire week, and as I like to remind people, Boston is in fact one of my favourite cities. Not just in the United States even--Boston is one of those cities in the U.S. for me that leaves national standards and enters into my list of favourite cities in the world. Yeah, I know.

Well, the trip was amazing. There were a ton of people there, and one might think it would be overwhelming, but it was actually perfect, a good blend of old college wingmates, old music majors, new Boston friends of Tay-Tay, and of course, the ever-growing Horner family. It was really a beautiful blending joyfully lacking in any tension or anxiety.

On Wednesday I didn't get in till kinda late, and when I got to Taylor's apartment, he should have been sleeping since his recital was the next day, but instead he was working (of course) on his program notes. We all talked for a while, and then had a HORRIBLE night of sleep. Here are the words you need to know in order to understand my night of no slumber: no blankets, dirty futon, constant cold, snoring futon-sharer, ticking clock. But I didn't let it get me down, and Thursday turned out to be wonderful. We lounged around for a while, and then went to the conservatory to make copies and such. Then Preston, Kevie-Kev-Kev, Loralee, and myself headed off the Shaw's where we did in fact save more than we spent. What were we buying you ask? Cereal and milk of course. Taylor, you see, was having a cereal-themed recital reception, because we all know that cereal is one of the greatest foods ever created and sorely misunderstood. Then it was time for a late lunch, where I had some great sub, and then off to shower and get ready for the recital.

The recital was nothing short of fantastic. Joy got there soon after it started, and it's a good thing, because it was not something to be missed. You see, Taylor is a great singer. Loads of natural ability that he is just pruning and developing like a madman. It's kinda remarkable the amount of growth and progress he's made in two short years. In essence, I'm extremely proud of him and certainly was that evening when he sang. It doesn't get much better than Poulenc and cereal within five minutes of each other, that's the truth.

Friday was our educational day and we all decided to conquer the Freedom Trail. It was a roudy and wild time as we walked our way to many of the sites relevant to those early revolutionary days. A stop at Mike's for cannolis in the North End was especially necessary. We of course tired ourselves silly walking the Freedom Trail, so on Friday night we just played it pretty cool. On Saturday I woke up and wasn't feeling my best, but certainly wasn't down enough to take it easy, and off we went for a day of great seafood (I love mussels!) and shopping (I bought a tent!). I even threw a dance party at the opening of H&M.

It was on Saturday night that I realized I wasn't feeling better, but in fact was getting much worse. In a few hours time, I had a bad fever, horrible aches, had chills, and wanted to do nothing but lay down and fall asleep. We even went to this piano bar where people would sing Broadway...a place that I would normally love and find my element....but I was too sick to really enjoy it and left early. I was a mess, and was no better come Easter morning, so did not get out of bed for about 15 straight hours, much to my sadness. So those next two days weren't the greatest, but I made the best of them and Taylor and Kevin and I still had a good time, and now I'm home still trying to get my throat and cough under control.

So there you have it...a brief version of my time in Boston. It will go down in my memory as one of the finest weeks in recent memory. I was reminded again at just how cool different places can be, and of course, just how cool friendships are. I laughed so much all week, and that is just about the best thing on a beautiful spring weekend. And hey, a dance party in H&M is pretty cool too.