I went to Boston last week for a short vacation. I know the last time I left San Francisco I swore I would never leave again, but that was a lie, one I tell every time I venture out of the city limits. Diane von Austinburg was attending a conference there and I had never been, so I decided to meet up with her and see what the old place had to offer.
It's pretty.
I had sort of an unexamined bias that had pegged Boston as gray and drab. Totally untrue and I apologize for my misconception. It's green and lush and filled with the most charming red brick architecture. Also the food was delicious.
mrpeenee tucks into some really tasty seafood.
I stayed at a nice, but snooty hotel, the Fairmont. It was a great deal more pleased with itself than it actually deserved to be. In my misguided youth, I worked at a lot of hotels in a variety of roles so I have an insider's idea of how things should work. Considering how much of their marketing bleats about their top-notch service, the Fairmont really could have come across with better. I don't want workers to grovel, but I do expect an expensive and very self-satisfied hotel to have waiters who show up at my table on time and for the hostess not to be wearing scuffies.
The decor leaned heavily towards Edwardian Robber Barons who felt drag queens were just a little too restrained.
I think the high point was a massage I got because I hadn't been able to sleep and I was physically fried. I tracked down a massage joint not too far from the hotel and a) it was excellent and b) I realized when I rolled up that I had stumbled onto the gay neighborhood. Apparently I have a homing instinct like a queer pigeon.
Oddly enough, this trip exposed me to an army of well-meaning natives who all referred to San Francisco as either "Frisco" or worse, "San Fran" and California as "Cali". If you are tempted to do either, please do not. I cannot describe the rage that induces in those of us lucky enough to live here. Maybe if you feel the urge to blurt out "I love San Fran" just bite down really hard on your tongue lest somebody from Cali does it for you.
Also I paid extra for access to a lounge at the airport on the way home and it turned out to be very reminiscent of the free breakfasts cheap motels offer. That is not a good thing.
You know what is a good thing? Naked guys.
The meaty charms of Brock Magnus
Also, there were way too many toilets involved, which substituted air dryers for decent paper towels.
My flight on JetBlue had seats which TURNED INTO FLAT BEDS. That is absolutely the only way to travel. The only thing that could have improved it would've been this boy in the bed with me.
pussylicious
The superior buttchops of multi-alias Pavel Novotny, aka Jakub Moltin, Jann, Brad, Jan Dvorak, Max Orloff, etc., etc.