After a blueberry pancake breakfast at Stars, we decided once again to get on the highway and head North. This time, we only got as far as Cambridge. When we arrived, I convinced the GF not to park in a garage and to make a round to see if there were any spots. While making the second pass around the square, we luckily snagged a great spot in the middle of the square.

I think it was the last weekend for the Harvard kids, as there were orange dumpsters everywhere. In the first one we passed by, there were two Russian guys in it digging deep. One was holding a soup spoon.

We walked down to the river and walked along Memorial drive, which was closed to cars for the day. It’s a great and odd feeling to walk along a main road without hearing the sounds of traffic. While we were walking, two exasperatingly fit young girls ran by, yanking an exasperated, “Bitches!” out of the GF. Her only excuse for the comment was that the women’s legs were as tall as her.

After walking the river, we hit a couple of used record stores. The weather was nice, and made for a very nice day. There the usual crowd of street performers, and interesting faces circulating around them, so we sat for a bit and watched the world pass by.

A couple of women smiled at me, and I thought that I might have a blueberry on my face. The GF confirmed that this was not the case. At one point, when the GF was bent over tying her shoe, I caught a guy trying to get a look down her shirt. His GF caught him too, and gave him heck. I found the whole thing quite amusing. When the GF asked me why I wasn’t angry at the guy, I simply stated that men can’t help themselves. Even though propriety tells us that we shouldn’t stare, we are compelled to do so anyway.

Before we left, I wanted to head up to see my friend’s record store one last time, so I grabbed a Sobe energy drink and headed for the end of the square. There was a time when I couldn’t walk into a record store in Cambridge without recognizing someone, and seeing the “For Sale” sign in the window of my friend’s shop and peeking into the empty interior signaled the end of an era. Harvard Square was for another generation. I was officially a stranger in a strange land. So, we walked down to the car (without jumping into any dumpsters) and headed toward home in search of dinner.

Halfway home, my colon decided that it didn’t like energy drinks. This made for a very sweaty ride, and mandated a pit stop to “freshen up” before dinner. After leaving half my body weight at home, we headed to dinner at Dalat in Hull. Dalat’s food is not bad, but it’s way overpriced. I feel as good eating it as I do if takeout had a $50 surcharge. After dinner, we headed home, and I lost the other half of my body weight while the GF watched the current season of Coupling on the BBC (the 3rd season is available on DVD on 6/1).

All in all, a good day.

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