And then I became a Buffista. Since last September, when I first met the Somervillains, I've been to Cambridge or Somerville nine times, and there's a good chance I'll get up there three more times over the next nine days. I'm getting to the point where I know enough street names and landmarks that I can find my way around without resorting to Mapquest. Scary, and yet not, because I enjoy hanging out with this group of people so much that I'd travel to much more scary and distant places to see them. Like Newark.
Yeah, Boston is ninety minutes away (seventy-five if I hustle and the traffic gods are with me), but it's not that much different than when I lived in NJ, and my friends were scattered all around the state, or even now with Z in Manchester or Crick in Fall River. Plus, the truck makes it a much more enjoyable ride.
Friday night I went up for Nora's birthday. I should've RSVP'd, but Ellen's message mentioned a tapas bar, and I figured that we'd just be drinking at the bar, so I didn't. My bad. Turns out it was a sit down restaurant, and we wound up with seven of us squeezed around a table meant for four. They couldn't accomodate us with a larger table so we finished our drinks, then went over to another bar that had enough stools for all of us to sit on, and had really excellent cheeseburgers. So it worked out. This week, Suela will be in town Thursday night, then the Firefly premiere is schedules for Friday night at Connie's. The following Tuesday is the Buffy premiere, although that will likely be in Worcester at Victor's. Note to self - almost time to get the oil changed in the truck.