adventures in bostonia

so today i called up melina out of the blue, and an hour later i headed out to brookline to hang out. we went into boston and got drinks, and hung around newbury street people-watching and pseudo-shopping...we went to this hippie store with the word "tibet" in its name and i found two pairs of summer cotton pants for ten bucks each. score!

i have a headache from the martini i drank at charlie's. i bet my grandmother could drink me under the table nowadays...what happened? did i acquire tolerance in college just so i could maintain myself at keg parties? i'm at a loss.

i'm starting to feel a lot more connected out here. a lot of my blues stem from isolation, i feel shaky without a support system or a specific responsibility to a certain group of people. i find that if i'm forced to act like i'm stable and have the answers, then that becomes the truth. my mood might just be improving naturally, without chemical additives. which would be a damned good thing, because i called the genzyme benefits counselor today and she never called me back. so i can't get any meds until i get my Tufts card in the mail.

truly and excuse for a party...

i'm psyched!
i just found out that my housemate brought the ice-cream maker over from her ex-husband's house. and she has a latte/cappucino kit. so everyone in the Boston area is invited over to my place for homeade ice cream and mochas now!