The months of painstaking work and artistic obsession have come to fruition. Knox’s art show, whichever stone you lift–, finally opened. If you’re in Boston, check it out at the Brookline Arts Center.
And if you’re not in Boston, get in touch. We’d love to take this show on the road.
“Send the dessert up to our room.”
Funny guy, I thought. “No, we don’t really have a room here. I’ll—”
“You might want to know what your room is,” said the waitress, placing the check, Knox’s credit card, and a room key on the table.
Thus did we cap an extraordinary meal at Spire, one of Boston’s top restaurants. After all the negotiating and sorting and packing and moving and hassles and cleaning and goodbyes, what I thought would just be a fancy meal out turned into a night (and morning!) of pampered luxury at Hotel Nine Zero, where Knox and I first met.
The following, uhm, afternoon, on the spur of the moment we decided to go into King’s Chapel for a Christmas recital. We were treated to some really lovely holiday music.
Over the past two years, we have been trying to get Knox’s crowd to come visit us in Boston with little success. With us moving across the country, this is the very last chance—and we were delighted when Knox’s mom took us up on the offer and came up for the weekend.
We treated Judi in style. Although she was shocked by the social coolness of casual interactions in Boston (“Take her home!” the airport shuttle driver apparently told her when she tried to make conversation with fellow passengers), she was delighted with the many culinary delights we presented: dinner at Tasca, dessert at Athan’s, snacks at TeaLuxe, the chocolate buffet at Café Fleuri (which was Mike’s farewell celebration for me), the meal at Mr. Sushi‘s, brunch at Great Bay, dessert at Caffé Vittoria, and dinner from Bazaar, the Russian deli.
She was enchanted by Boston architecture, charmed by the North End, and impressed by Harvard Yard. She quickly learned that the balmy weather on Friday was not typical when the temperatures dropped over the weekend. We all marveled over the glass flowers at Harvard, and while she took in BodyWorlds 2 at the Museum of Science, Knox and I went to the butterfly garden (a treat in itself!) and the show at the Theater of Electricity.
Judi also provided some fun of her own. She not only regaled us with a few stories from “son’s” youth, but she also introduced me to the game of Rummy. I am almost as slow in Rummy (and as bad a loser) as I am in Cribbage, but I finally got it! We stayed up way too late playing cards, but I held my own: Judi had two victorious games while Knox and I had one apiece.
Now, with Judi back home, we set our sights on our last week in Boston: sorting detritus of the past, saying good-byes to our Boston crowd, and planning the transition.
If you are reading this, then you too can swap soup!
The First (Inter)National Soup Swap Day is scheduled for January 23, 2007. There will be soup swaps occurring in Seattle (here‘s the last one), Boston (here’s the last one), and Washington, DC (new location). If you are not in any of these cities, or want to participate with your own crowd, set up your own soup swap (here’s how) and tell us about it. If you are in one of these three cities but have not participated before, let us know and we will add you to the invite list.
Click on the logo for more info:
Seattle: Knox, me
Boston: Wolftone
Washington, DC: Gracious Bowl
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