No particular place to go
Sep. 2nd, 2011 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3I'm typing this from the corner booth of an Au Bon Pain in South-ish Boston, nursing the $2.50 bottle of Nantucket Nectars half iced tea-half lemonade that's perched at my elbow. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
figmentj's GREs started about five minutes ago, which she is going to kick proverbial ass on, but because our one parking option was the $12 lot across the street I shan't be moving the car until it's damned well necessary, and because the test is evidently being administered by Fascists 'R' Us I can't actually sit in the waiting room. This led me on the traditional poachable WiFi hunt of the modern urban nomad, and with a shocking lack of a Starbucks within a six-block radius (Jesus on a jet-ski, do they not realize that this is America?) I'm forced to go for the nearest technological equivalent.
Still, it's a gorgeous day, simultaneously warm and cool in that way that remindsfigmentj of Canada and me of the tipping point on the cusp of Autumn, which means both of us are happy beyond measure. Compounding that, we have tickets to see Richard Thompson tonight, which will mean high-tailing it up to Lowell like bat-like critters out of a hell-like place and convincing the folks at the ticket window that having their confirmation email on my phone is just as good as printing it out like they wanted, but will be totally worth it. It's a solo show, which means it'll be all acoustic, which means "1952 Vincent Black Lightning," "Beeswing" and "Crawl Back (Under My Stone)" are all givens. Wish us luck!
figmentj's GREs started about five minutes ago, which she is going to kick proverbial ass on, but because our one parking option was the $12 lot across the street I shan't be moving the car until it's damned well necessary, and because the test is evidently being administered by Fascists 'R' Us I can't actually sit in the waiting room. This led me on the traditional poachable WiFi hunt of the modern urban nomad, and with a shocking lack of a Starbucks within a six-block radius (Jesus on a jet-ski, do they not realize that this is America?) I'm forced to go for the nearest technological equivalent.Still, it's a gorgeous day, simultaneously warm and cool in that way that reminds
figmentj of Canada and me of the tipping point on the cusp of Autumn, which means both of us are happy beyond measure. Compounding that, we have tickets to see Richard Thompson tonight, which will mean high-tailing it up to Lowell like bat-like critters out of a hell-like place and convincing the folks at the ticket window that having their confirmation email on my phone is just as good as printing it out like they wanted, but will be totally worth it. It's a solo show, which means it'll be all acoustic, which means "1952 Vincent Black Lightning," "Beeswing" and "Crawl Back (Under My Stone)" are all givens. Wish us luck!
