On Friday we went to this place called upstairs on the square because they are supposed to have a really great birthday cake. It was chocolate with a chocolate frosting but then it had these yellow layers in between. It was incredible, after a few bites I realized what the yellow stuff was; my old friend, butter! There must have been about a cube of butter in each slice of cake, really took me back to my choco-taco days. We went out to eat on Saturday as well and it was a pretty good meal. They delivered the free b-day brownie cobbler and it was mighty good. But Amanda was interested in getting the Cambridge equivalent of a Dairy Queen Blizzard so went and got one of those. At that point we were both mighty full, but Amanda had another gift waiting at home. I ordered a cupcake for her that had butter cream frosting in the shape of a flower. And I decided to get myself a cupcake as well (along with two strips of bacon from the breakfast bar at the grocery store) and I says to the lady at the bakery section "I want the one with the ears." Turns out they are actually supposed to be wings and its a bat but she didn't seem to take offense. High blood sugar levels were enjoyed by all.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
So Saturday, was Amanda's B-Day. She was very excited because it involved the following important elements 1) A fish class 2) getting presents 3) rowing, and 4) reading books. She actually did the rowing on Friday. It was hard to get a good photo of her because the best spot on the shore was taken by either a sleeping homeless person or a mafia hit. I had to step carefully just in case it was a homeless person. Amanda seems to be pretty professional now with the whole rowing thing - very impressive considering our previous experience with the kayak (See Birthday Adventures Part 1: the Kayak of Doom). In classic Amanda fashion, Amanda wanted to stay inside, read a book, take naps, and go to bed early. We accomplished all of that, and she bought an extra powerful magnet, wow!
Sunday, October 22, 2006
So for Columbus Day (yes I'm a bit behind on posting) we decided to get away from the ol' homework factory. We went to the North End, basically the Italian district of Boston and man was it great. Its like a little slice of Italy but without that Italy smell of fumes escaping the medeival sewar system. We were walking down the first little street and we saw these three mafiosi looking guys crossing the road in front of us. I said to Amanda, who was walking at here usual professional speewalker pace, "let's slow down so we can follow these guys." So we waited for them to cross over to our side of the street. Between the three of them they must have been wearing about 50k in clothing and accessories. We followed behind them and tried to listen to what they were talking about, I know it was painful for Amanda because they were walking at the usual super-slow wise guy pace. Anyway, they all went into this little bar, and as soon as they walked in everybody in the place stood up. Later we walked through a little back alley and we saw an open door with a sign that said private club. I could here a lot of guys in their talking in Amercanized sicillian and I decided we had better walk faster so we wouldn't wind up like Spider in Goodfellas.
We ate a great resaurant called antico forno, I had the sort of heavy sausage, cheese, and cream sauce laden baked pasta that makes Italy a really great place. It was also the sort of meal I always feared but could not resist on a hot day as a missionary. You would get done eating and then break into a cold sweat just from the energy required to stay conscious. Then we would go out proselyting and it felt like I was going to fall through the sidewalk.
But I digress...
It was a great meal. We had walked past this one corner store before lunch and there was this old Italian dude sitting in a lawn chair about a quarter of the way out into the road. Later we walked by and this other old guy had set up an identical chair halfway into the road. They were just sitting in the middle of the road arguing about politics and such, asserting their right as old Italian men to have a heated dsicussion wherever they felt like...the cars just drove around them. Now that's Italian!
Sunday, October 08, 2006
So there are some semi-famous people who come to speak at the KSG each week. You have to enter a lotter in order to win tickets for the events, and since that is technically gambling I don't do it and I judge those who do...unless it's somebody really cool!
So last week for Friday date night I entered us both into the lottery to see Ted Kennedy speak and we won! Oh and it was worth it too; Amanda really liked it when he would say VietNAHM and I liked it when he said Al-Quedar. We were kind of in the nose bleed section so this isn't a very good picture, but the big pink pumpkin lookin' thing is his head.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
So at the Kennedy School there have been a lot of open houses for the different centers at the school such as the Weiner (tee hee!) Center for Social Policy. Well at each open house there is invariably free food for the taking, which ranges anywhere from vegetable trays to ice-cream sundae bars. Well, after so many of these things I got this brilliant ideas; I thought to myself, "self, what if I devised a system for transporting some of these goodies home so that Amanda can enjoy the spoils as well?" So I found a pitcher that fit just inside my bookbag and off I went. You probably can't tell so well, but in the pitcher are two slices of pizza, several cookies, a tiny hotdog, and a tiny hamburger - plus the pie that I couldn't fit in there without making a squishy mess. Despite my efforts, Amanda was horrified for some reason. As I explained to her afterwards, its like when a cat drops a dead mouse off on the door step, you think "gross, a dead mouse!" but the cat is just goin' "look lady I'm just trying to do my part around here too."