sat 21 jul 2007 15:59:49 irving street, boston
had a nice evening in allston
i had a lot of things to do friday morning before i went to schiphol around 12.00. i ended up forgetting to look up all my phone numbers that i needed to bring with me for people in massachusetts. i got in a taxi for schiphol at 12.15 and was there by 12.40, and the first thing i saw was djox and his colleagues shepherding huge trains of luggage carts here and there. he was surprised to see me but it was nice to have somebody to say goodbye to.
plane boarded at around 14.30 and took off around 15.20. man that flight gets really boring. i kept nodding off to sleep but being awakened by [a] the "ping" whenever anybody on the whole plane summons a flight attendant, or [b] turbulence in the air. watched the little map on the video screen, for a big stretch it just seemed like we were dangling somewhere over the north atlantic and not actually going anywhere. then finally we made landfall over labrador, and i started watching some stupid movie and then we were landing at logan.
arrived around 17.00 boston time, and didn't have any trouble getting through customs, no long wait this time or anything. then as i was walking out into the arrivals hall, ajw was just walking in looking for me. she brought me and my bag to her place on irving street, then we took a taxi to allston and went directly to the common ground pub. saw luke.
at the common i ate most of a burger with swiss and sauteedd mushrooms and lots of ketchup. thinking the whole time, why can't somebody make a burger that good in amsterdam? how hard can it be?
pete kemble, rob price, matt hopp. hung out on the back patio of the common for awhile smoking cigs, then went inside again but the music was too loud, so we headed for the silhouette. we walked a bit further to the place where mister butch was killed on 12 july, there are flowers and posters and photos there, and lots of beer stains on the ground. i got down on one knee there and re-enacted my favorite scene from "searching for mister butch" -- "oh god, oh merciful father! i gotta get laid! i need pussy, god!"
at the silhouette, irene is still working behind the bar there, and so is that english lady sarah, and they both remembered me from four and a half years ago. weird. sarah i thought had plans to go all over the place, i didn't expect to see her still working there. pete started talking to a nice young woman who lives in brooklyn. we all left at around 01.00. on the taxi ride back to beacon hill, my mobile phone's wakeup alarm went off, playing a little samba tune, into the ear of ajw, who was trying to relax with her head in my lap. so then i knew i had been up 24 hours, because the same alarm woke me friday morning.
misha the cat seems to like me a lot, this morning on the front sofa she was trying to tongue kiss me. francesca as usual is more suspicious and distant.