BE NICE

On the bus this morning (stupid Volvo!) I saw a sign, where the ads usually go, saying, "BE NICE. MBTA drivers are people too! They are helping you get where you are going. Please be nice to them. RIDE WITH RESPECT." It had a picture of a smiling bus driver. Isn't that sad?

Home is where the heart is

You know how there comes a point in every vacation where you kind of just want to go home?  I think I'm at that point.  I've had a great time, hung out with a bunch of friends, spent quality time with my sister, and eaten lots of fantastic food... but it's time to get back to normal life.  Eating out and getting drinks every night, sleeping on someone else's floor, living in an apartment with three roommates... all fun for a while, but I'm starting to long for S and the quiet comforts of our own space/routine.  Since I'm leaving tomorrow, I guess that makes this trip just about the perfect length.

Hi-ho a derry-o, the Barber of Seville

We're going to see The Barber of Seville on Friday! I don't think I have ever paid to see an opera before.

I don't know anything about the plot or the characters -- do you think I should look it up before we go so I have some context, or would we enjoy it more if it's a surprise? I think the theater will have an English translation displayed on a screen.

Special K

... is supposed to be healthy, right?  It has 25% DV of fiber.  But it must be 95% sugar.  How do people eat this stuff?  It is SO SUGARY.  I took two bites and already have a sugar headache.

Oishii

I didn't realize how much I've been craving Japanese food until coming back to New York.  Tonight I'm having sushi with a friend.  Tomorrow I'm having a fancy Japanese kaiseki dinner with a bunch of friends (and possibly a sister).  We are planning to get onigiri for lunch sometime this week.  And I will probably push for more Japanese food on Thursday night too.  That's seriously all I want to eat.

$4.41/gallon

... is how much I paid for gas last night.  I am in a mild state of shock.  Since we bike pretty much everywhere, I've only filled my gas tank a handful of times since moving here -- so to me it seems like the price jumps by $1 every time I pull into a gas station.

Happy Birthday K and X!

Here's to a wonderful first shared birthday (although I guess K's 4th and X's 0th were shared, sort of.  With maybe a little more focus on X).