The Revere, Boston

Miek and I bombed down to Boston yesterday to see Frank Ocean at the Paradise. Thanks to SniqueAway we got great rates on a room at The Revere, a swanky spot near Boston Common.

A spacious room with a killer cityscape view from the concrete balcony, full-size toiletries (a long-haired girl’s dream), complimentary flutes of champagne upon check-in, and a great restaurant on-site (get the braised short rib stroganoff) made for a great experience.

Now… for some brunch and window shopping along Newbury Street — Boston’s Rodeo Drive.

xo Al

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Rock and Bowl

Remember “Galactic Bowling”? Bowling augmented by black-lights, Top 40 hits, snacks, and swirling lights?

At The Big 20 Bowling Center, every Friday and Saturday night is “Rock and Bowl” which fills the Galactic Bowling gap. New England candle-pin bowling at its finest.

This Friday the 13th, my sister Cecelia, Miek, Erik and I laced up our neon bowling shoes and sweat to the oldies. Sister BowlPre BowlBoyfriend GirlfriendMathNeon Laces

Italia

I embarked on my first trip to Europe one misty morning last October. After consulting my best friend Brooke about the fashion of Italian women (she had spent a semester abroad in Florence during our junior year of college and said “Absolutely no pashminas. Italian women don’t wear them. No flip-flops. Leather is OK. But remember, less is more!”), I crammed a Diane von Furstenburg suitcase full of clothes and shoes, a couple Italian phrasebooks, and headed to Rome. I remember feeling buzzed with excitement the night before we left. The food! The art! The fashion! The history!

From the moment we were picked up by a handsome driver who gave us an informal tour of the city to when we packed up and said goodbye to the flamboyant front desk host at our cozy hotel, Rome did not disappoint. Although we both caught head colds from travel and jet-lag, nothing could have dulled what Miek and I were seeing. I am Catholic but have never been terribly “religious”. Over the years I have cobbled together the framework of my spiritual beliefs in a way that many of my generation have…distancing ourselves from the confines our parents and grandparents experienced. But the Vatican, and St. Peter’s Basilica, and the tiny, medieval churches we stumbled across during our afternoon walks, made me feel closer to a “higher power.”

The pasta was a religious experience too. I had the best espresso I have ever had. Dinner was an event.

As we rode the high-speed train through the Tuscan countryside on our way to Florence for the day, I was seated next to an Italian scholar. A professor perhaps, maybe a doctor. As he studied his journal article, I looked past him to the ancient stone farmhouses and rustic landscape. When we walked the Ponte Vecchio, I felt connected to the merchants who sold their wares there on the bridge hundreds of years ago.

I felt at home in Italy. I felt comfortable in the sunny piazzas, nibbling on a piece of bread with cheese, sipping a glass of the best “house red” ever.

Surrounded by art and history, I felt connected to humanity in a new and different way. I will go back.

Wednesday Date Night – Pai Men Miyake

Every Wednesday night is date night. I like having something to look forward to as I trudge through Monday and Tuesday, and it allows Miek and me to connect mid-week over the many delicious culinary treats this city has to offer. It started out informally; we realized that for several weeks, we had been meeting for Wednesday dinners out at our favorite spots — slurping oysters loaded with horseradish and lemon, sitting elbow-to-elbow at our neighborhood spot called JPs for creative cocktails and specials, scarfing down po’ boys at Hot Suppa! or getting our fried pickles on a Silly’s. We realized we had a list of restaurants to work through, and have found that “Wednesday Date Night” is the way to do it.

Tonight we had ramen and appetizers at Pai Men Miyake, a noodle bar that specializes in fresh ramen and soba, sushi, yakitori, and sake cocktails. Miek started with their pork buns, which were steamed bun pillows filled with unctuous pork belly, pepper relish and spicy mayo. I had the pan-seared pork and cabbage dumplings. For the main event, I had the vegetable ramen; although it was a vegetarian dish, it was rich and “meaty” with a dark mushroom broth, cabbage, seaweed, tofu, spicy garlic paste and peppers. Miek had the miso ramen. We shared crispy fried Brussels sprouts kissed by fish and soy sauces – a textural delight of crispy caramelized bits and soft, salty centers. With sake cocktails in hand, we toasted to another Hump Day success and crossed another Portland restaurant off our list.

Unofficial Start of Summer

Rattled awake by a thunderstorm this morning at 5 am, I’m back at the office after a most sublime Memorial Day Weekend.

Some of my favorite moments: dipping my toes in the Atlantic while the younger kids swam the day away, driving to the Dairy Corner with my boy in the passenger seat and his nephew, my sister and her boyfriend in the back – all singing along to the Alabama Shakes, spending time with a Westie, chihuahua, and two doodles, and making friendship bracelets on the upper deck as the sun beat down on me and the ocean lapped against the sand.

Ahhhhh, summer.

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Sunshine, Tequila and DIY Projects

This weekend was one of those rare completely-open-calendar ones. This coincided nicely with the fact that it was clear, sunny, and almost 80 degrees.

We are close to ushering in summer. Memorial Day weekend is the unofficial start of lazy afternoons on the beach, bobbing in the sea on a pink float, late nights singing by a bonfire, top-back Jeep excursions, burgers and dogs, and shaking off the cobwebs that gather during the gray months.

Inspired by a neon manicure, some Milagro tequila and a sun-drenched afternoon, I revisited the fun pastime of whipping up friendship bracelets out of embroidery floss. I plan on jazzing them up and making them more refined with some studs, rhinestones, and other odds and ends I pick up at the craft store.

I forgot how relaxing the repetitive action of making those brightly-colored knots can be, and how satisfying it is to start with some threads and end with a finished product.