Thanks for making me smile,
And thanks for being my friend.
You've been there all the while,
I hope you're there 'til the end.
I've got some news today, oh boy... A small handful of people know this already, but for the rest of you: I'm in love. I'm madly in love, actually, and happier than I've been in- well, possibly forever. I know, not really the sort of thing you expect from a column called Vitriol... Heh-heh.
Her name is Gina, and she's sweet and lovely and wonderful and my honey. She is the muse that inspires me, and she likes to kidnap me, too. She makes my heart sing, and my voice try to follow suit. And she makes me feel like a teenager again... which is saying something considering I've just turned 33. I haven't gone into much detail here about my love life (or the lack thereof) in the past, and I'm not about to break that habit now. I did, however, want to announce to the world (well, the five of you who bother to read Vitriol, anyway) that I've found joy again. I love you, Gina... :)
Boston was awesome, as usual, though I was missing a certain someone. I toured the Samuel Adams (hic!) brewery and received several free (hic!) samples. I visited the two places on the Freedom Trail that I'd missed last year, the U.S.S. Constitution and the Battle of Bunker Hill Monument. Boston Common and the Public Garden enchanted me for hours. I was a bit annoyed to discover that the Beantown Jazz Festival I was planning to attend was rescheduled; maybe if I'd seen a sign or ad somewhere, rather than showing up and realizing that there was nothing going on down Columbus Avenue... Oh, well. I also enjoyed visiting Salem again, and the newly-redone Peabody Essex Museum was fascinating. Walden Pond was captivating, and I could easily have spent a full day sitting at the water's edge, pondering and writing and daydreaming. As it was, I did over two hours of that! You can see my Boston pics in the Gallery...
I also attended the Dalai Lama's public talk at the FleetCenter while he and I were both in Boston; a week later, Barbara and I heard him speak again, for free this time, in New York's Central Park. He is such a great man. I think if more of the world's leaders would sit down and really talk with him, maybe things wouldn't be quite as dire as they are. He makes so much sense, and what agendas he has are all humanitarian ones, not political. You don't have to be a Buddhist to appreciate his message; I'm not, and I'm sure that most in both crowds weren't, either.
Jon and I are still looking for an apartment in north Jersey, specifically in the area of Clifton, Nutley, and Lyndhurst. We've had a few leads over the past few weeks, but unfortunately they've not worked out. Hopefully, we'll find something before winter sets in. Let me know if you hear of any two- (or even three-) bedroom apartments available!
I'm still dancing on clouds after having seen Gina for my birthday, so I
guess I'll wrap this up. In another hour and a half, here at work, I'll be having a piece of a
third birthday cake in my honor! :D Yum... See everyone in a month...
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