Poshdeluxe

as i mentioned yesterday, henri and i drove to the airport on friday morning to catch our flight to boston, only to discover THIS:

i actually stared at the screen for a minute before turning to henri and asking, “wait, what does that MEAN?”

in spite of this, uh, delayed beginning (our plane actually left around 6:20 PM), we had a super duper wonderful time in boston. i can’t believe i haven’t been there in almost a year!

george, our friend and coolidge theater staff member, picked us up and sped to henri’s midnight show, where we arrived at 12:30. oops.

after the sing-along, we headed over to the south street diner, apparently one of the few 24 hour places in boston (really, boston? you’re never hungry at 3 AM? you are literally crazytown!).

this place was EVERYTHING a 24 hour diner should be… loud, gritty and full of drunk, extremely friendly people.

george ordered a milkshake and let us have a sip, so henri could make the requisite, “I DRINK YR MILKSHAKE” joke. yep, that still isn’t old.

we instantly made friends with the two tables next to us, including a girl from oklahoma (on the left) and a british Ph.D. student celebrating her birthday (on the right).

i LOVED dr. birthday girl. she stole my camera and took a ton of (v. bad) pictures.

since it’s a law that you can only order heart attack-inducing food after 2 AM, i ordered cheese fries, which i admit look disgusting but were actually DELICIOUS.

the highlight of our diner experience was oklahoma girl’s friend, who was the unofficial owner of the bathroom electricity. and by that i mean, dude LOVED to flip the bathroom lights off and on while someone was inside. he usually timed the flips to the beat of flo-rida’s “low” which he sang over and over. you know, “apple bottom jeans, boots with the fuuurrrr…”

george was one of his victims.

like i said, awesome.

back at george and jenny’s place, i got to meet their newest addition: maudie the dog!

maudie is super friendly and also v. large. i suspect that she thinks she’s a person. she also enjoys shedding on everything and trying to lick my face.

she also is completely unaware of her mass, as evidenced by her tendency to suffocate henri while looking out of the car window.

on saturday morning (ok, afternoon), we went to one of my favorite boston brunch spots, the neighborhood restaurant! you know, the place with AMAZING CREAM OF WHEAT.

jenny totally has a future career in brunch modeling.

last time, i had the coconut banana french toast, which has now changed to coconut rum walnut french toast. sometimes, change is good.

TASTY BUSINESS YOU ARE MINE.

in addition to serving amazing food, the neighborhood restaurant has the world’s tiniest bathroom, which was apparently decorated by a seven year old girl. note the fairies reflected in the mirror:

it is kind of weird to pee while staring at fairies. i don’t know why.

after brunch, we drove around the city and soaked up the gorgeous summer weather!

hello boston! i missed you!

george managed to find an elusive vintage shop known as “bobby from boston,” owned by an older gentleman (bobby) famous for his elegant taste and knack for finding treasure. this place was AMAZING. i felt like i had just walked into the set of “mad men.”

even movie people come here to find pieces or simply inspiration from this collection, which ranges from 1920s gatsby suits to 1950s polo sweaters to amazingly preserved fedoras.

there’s a small section for ladies as well, which made me wish i had a reason to buy (another) 50s evening gown. people! i need more cocktail party invites! come on!

outside the shop, there was some cool abraham lincoln graffiti. looking at it made me wish that brad neely would make an abraham lincoln song, but maybe it’s too hard to rhyme stuff with his last name.

i also made george and henri pose for a picture since they were being total vest twinsies.

holla back, GQ!

later that night, we dined at pho republique, mostly cos it’s really, really fun to drink out of a giant scorpion bowl.

on sunday morning, we decided to try a new place for brunch, the tremont 647.

ha ha, seriously, this entry is, like, just about food. i can’t help it that my preferred method of city exploration is via my tummy, ok?

here’s something non-food-related: maudie stretching on the sidewalk.

ok back to the food.

the tremont has a super cute pajama brunch, and i was kind of sorry that we didn’t wear our jim jams (the waiters were totally decked out).

but LOOK AT THIS!!!!

ok, not the prices. try to ignore the prices.

“big girl mimosa”?!!!! SIGN ME UP.

from now on, anytime i want a bigger drink or a bigger plate of fries, i’m gonna ask the waiter to give me “the big girl version.”

in addition to the jim jams and big girl drinks, the tremont MAKES THEIR OWN POP-TARTS. LOOK AT THIS:

see that? it’s a picture of me falling head over heels in LOVE.

oh, but it gets BETTER!!!! even though that may not be scientifically possible!! because they have LOBSTER MAC ‘N’ CHEESE!!!!! ZZZOMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

see that? it’s a picture of me getting married. sorry, boys, posh d. is off the market!

although my nuptials were obviously the highlight of the day, we did some other fun stuff too, like playing on this totally amazing neighborhood playground!!

suck on that, tobey macquire!

as you may know, most of the fun equipment has been outlawed, like see-saws and sandboxes full of broken glass, but this playground totally made up for that. i mean, check this out!

george, george, geroge of the jungle (gym)!

after pretending to be kids, we decided to hit the other end of the life spectrum and pretend to be dead by visiting a super cool cemetery.

to get in the mood, jenny read part of “breaking dawn” in the car. apparently, twilight mania is not limited to ladies in texas (aHEjessicabeckEM), as jenny spent much of the weekend developing her theories on vampire children and the result of jacob’s imprinting.

i already owe george and jenny big time for introducing me to my favorite cemetery, mt. auburn, and now my debt to them is even greater, cos they took me to a gorgeous place called forest hills. i feel like i need to give them the Edward Gorey Friendship award or something.

here’s the awesomely gothic entrance:

note the forboding and gloomy weather, perfect for graveyard exploration!

also, perfect for doggie hide ‘n’ seek!

the landscaping and architecture of this cemetery is incredibly gorgeous and elegant. like, i bet these dead people totally feel CLASSY RICH all of the time.

i mean, just look at this tower! i totally had “dark tower” flashbacks, do ya kennit?

at one point, jenny said, “next time you guys are here, let’s come back! and bring a picnic!” see, that’s why we’re friends. even amongst the dead, jenny is thinking about food.

i know, that tree is HUGE! it’s a weeping birch, the natural habitat for the henri species.

the cemetery rolled on and on, beckoning to us in spite of the gathering rainclouds.

here are a few of my favorite markers/gravestones:

the mr. mister angel:

an eye-catching copper number:

“he wounded in three places was left for dead”

a tiny lamb wedged between two gravestones… most likely meaning a lost baby:

“this is not the tombstone i ordered! where’s the cheese and pepperoni?!!!”

ok, the next markers aren’t actual graves. one of the cool things about forest hills is that they invite artists to create installation pieces for the cemetery, which i think is a totally fantastic idea. with that said, i do still wish these little stone beds were real. talk about heebie jeebies!

henri, the goth version of goldilocks:

here’s another example of an art installation: ghostly shrouds hanging on trees.

there was a pair of flip-flops under one of the shrouds, which i’m not sure if the artist intended.

and finally, winner of the coolest, most creeptastic thing in forest hills cemetery:

little gracie!!!

I KNOW. you guys, i know. i could not BELIEVE it. this totally rivals the baby crib in Overall Creepiness. like, all i could do was stare into her scary white eyes and imagine how she died… falling down the stairs? lead poisoning? the consumption?

little gracie, PRESERVED FOREVER EEEEEEEEE.

you guys, if i die, please don’t have a statue made of me and encase it in glass. a stone cupcake, ok, but not a life-size marble figure.

the clouds burst RIGHT as we got in the car, which was good timing for our cemetery excursion and v. bad timing for my flight out of boston. i sat in the plane on the runway for about two and a half hours, but at least i had this view:

bye boston! hope to see you again, not sporadically!

LINKS

trish decided to rub salt in my airline-inflicted wounds by sending me this list of the best airport lounges in the world. YOU GUYS. I COULD HAVE SPENT MY LAYOVER IN A JACUZZI. i need to get rich immediately.

apparently, america ferrera is NOT a fan of “gossip girl,” as exhibited by this hilarious video.

awww! you guys! this little old lady wrote a book, and now she’s using the proceeds to buy a big house for her and her friends!!!! that is like, my senior citizen dream!!!