voyages

boston pants party

yep. still no music. hemeh.
wherein our intrepid posh explores cemeteries, learns about pirates and tackles a big breakfast.

last weekend, henri and i went up to boston so he could do a few more shows at the coolidge. well, that was the excuse. the REAL reasons we went up to boston were:

1) to hang out with george (works at the coolidge) & his lovely wife, jenny
2) to eat dessert at finale
3) to buy things at trader joe’s
4) to see this:

!!!!!!!!!! autumn leaves!!!!

thankfully, it was not too terribly cold, but i still wore long underwear every day. cos i’m a pansy.

by the way this is a long post, but it’s mostly pictoral, so i think you can make it through. kinda like in elementary school, when you impressed everyone by reading a big thick “adult” book, but they didn’t know it had pictures in it. oh maybe you didn’t do that.

on friday night, henri’s friends from NYC drove down to attend the boy band sing-along and get ridiculous in our hotel room afterwards. and by ridiculous, i mean this:

note how henri embodies both of his shows that weekend, with his drawn-on beard (boy band) and his luscious locks (hedwig). alex is wearing the michael jackson wig, which really had nothing to do with this weekend.

the next day, it rained a lot. but i didn’t care, cos i brought my RAIN BOOTS!

rainboots brought to you by meredith a. borders

yeah, that’s right, puddles. be v. afraid, cos i will STOMP ON YOU.

for brunch, george took us all to the MOST AWESOME DINER, appropriately named the deluxe diner (i know, right?!!!). check out this charm:

and as if they needed another reason to re-name it the POSH deluxe diner… THEY SELL CUPCAKES!!!!!!

AND THEY LOOK LIKE SEA URCHINS!!!!!

honestly, i was hypnotized for several minutes as i stared through the glass window. it was kinda like an out of body experience.

the diner is famous (well, famous to george) for their breakfast platter named “the colossal hungry man” (seriously, that’s what it’s called). so of COURSE we all had to get it. the fact that our plates barely all fit on the table was of little concern. when i saw my SWEET POTATO PANCAKES and my FRESH-BAKED PEPPERJACK CHEESE AND SESAME TOAST, i nearly cried.

here’s my hungry man, before:

and after:

i know, it totally kicked my ass. i guess i am not so colossal after all.

pantsing in the cemetery

we said good bye to the NYC crew and decided to walk off our mega-carbs with a visit to mt. auburn cemetery, the first garden cemetary in the country. you guys, this place is AMAZING. it’s like the graveyard in sunnydale, but IT’S REAL. i think edward gorey dreamt of mt. auburn whenever he took a nap between drawings. it’s gorgeous and vast and fascinating… and time stops here. it really does.

each sign we passed made me feel like we were marching deeper and deeper back through time.

we meandered through hills dotted with graves and valleys of crypts; there was even a forest, convincing me that we had left boston forever.

i took a lot of photos of the tombstones, even though i felt like that kid in high school who thinks he’s cool cos he takes pictures of angel statues in cemeteries and then submits them to the literary magazine. the artistry was captivating, a glimpse of lives long passed from the bones beneath our feet.

the creepiest tombstone we found was a cradle, the morbidly sweet resting place for a little one.

of course, we weren’t exactly somber the whole time.

that’s george and his grave (we took pictures of all of us behind our graves, which you can see on flickr).

and here’s henri and george, proclaiming their buffyliciousness to… all of the dead people.

yes, they were singing “rest in peace.”

i could go on and on about mt. auburn, but i don’t want the rest of the weekend stories to feel bad.

that night, george and jenny invited us to their halloween party, which was faboo. here are the deliciously dead hosts:

george didn’t intend on dressing as jack white, but yeah, it happened.

here’s me, having fun with the black light:

do i like like a 16 year old on myspace or what? OMg tHe ANgsT!!

at midnight, we headed over to the coolidge for the hedwig show and met up with michael. he was dressed as a dude from jersey.

i mean, perfect.

salem, yo.

sunday we headed to salem with george and jenny to get some halloween action. here’s a picture from the window display of the witch dungeon:

aww, they’re kinda cute for dead witches!

of course, we took the obligatory tourist pictures cos, hello, that’s what i do.

ha ha ha torture is so FUN and GOOFY!! la la la.

i guess salem wants people to know that not all witches are bad, cos there’s a bewitched statue in the center of town (brought to you by tv land, which is weird in and of itself).

notice the creepy, creepy smile on the statue. i’m trying to ignore it in the picture. yay!

around halloween, salem is basically like renfest, except with slightly fewer knights and more kids in cute costumes.

i thought these kids were adorable until ryan left a horrified comment on my flickr re: why are carebears eating children?

but salem isn’t just about witches. oooooh no. it’s also about PIRATES!!!!!!!

we decided to hit up the pirate museum, which is really just a few rooms of mannequins and an extremely lousy tour guide named devon. devon liked to make fun of us for not laughing at his jokes and then forced everyone to repeat the word “again” (i forget why it was relevant to whatever story he was telling) over and over while pointing out people who were not “participating.”

and by that i mean, it was pretty great.

after eating some fried dough (duh), we checked out the salem graveyard, which, i’m sorry to say, pales in comparison to mt. auburn. however, there was one key category in which salem reigned superor: babies! that are alive!

especially this baby, who has the best head, ever.

although salem is packed with haunted houses and street evangelists (one woman started singing “jesus loves me” on a megaphone, which truly was a highlight), the creepiest thing we saw was this sign, posted along with fliers about shows and upcoming events:

um… whoah. HEEBIE JEEBIES ALERT!!!!!!!!

so yesh, it was a marvy halloween weekend, and now my life’s dream is to plan a party at mt. auburn. in the meantime, we’re working on the “apocalypse wow!” party this saturday. if you wanna come, let me know and i’ll send you the deets.

oh and james d. rupe, you’re totally invited. cos we can’t have an apocalyptic party without the man who IS 911, a.k.a. paisley, a.k.a. crayhead.

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