Vacations make me happy

Ah Boston. My old haunt. What a great welcome you gave me! First you make me feel all at home with your Seattle-like weather, gradually warming up and showing me, step-wise, what the sun looks like so I don't run like a little groundhog back in my hole. It's bright! Then you awe me with your fabulous queer culture and I rediscover the sore muscles that come after playing kick ball in the park.

Since I last saw you you seem to have grown a little. I remember you smaller. Your gay band is really awesome, The Freedom Trail Band, and they were exceedingly welcoming and kind - even finding an old trumpet for me to borrow so I could join in on their practice!

Boston, thanks for always being there for me. JP, Somerville and even Cambridge still feeling a little like a homecoming!

Now if we can just do something about that East Coast Hospitality...

Coffee at Diesel: check
JP Licks ice cream: check
Queer kick ball: check
Chinatown: check
Naps: check
Lay in the sun: check (photo above)
Read my book: check
Frolicking in a garden: check (photo below)
Picnic in the sun: check
Meeting up with awesome old friends: check

Tomorrow: more sun-bathing (weather permitting), maybe another run in the park. Some Queereoke in JP and more naps.