Boston Memories...

I find myself thinking of our time together in Boston, today, little sweetheart. 

I arrived a few days before your birthday, so that we could spend it together. I took the Bolt Bus up. President Obama had just been elected and there was a wonderful electricity of promise in the air. You met me at South Station and we took the “T” back to the lovely little apartment the theatre had put you up in. 

What a wonderful week it was! We had snow the very first night! It was crazy cold but I went for a run everyday in my cold weather gear down one bank of the Charles River, across a bridge and back across a second one returning to your apartment. I went to the show with you every night and got used to our little route to and from the theatre. They had a nice grocery store, sort of reminiscent of Whole Foods, along the way and we’d go shopping together so that I could plan and cook our meals in your sweet little kitchen. 

I went back on my own to get things for your birthday dinner so that it would be a surprise. I made turkey croquettes and salad and baked you a birthday cake. 

One night we went out with everybody after the show to a late night resturant and bar. We had the backroom almost entirely to ourselves and when we all walked back to the apartment buildings - it was all housing for graduate students at Boston University - it was freezing! It was kind of lovely as each of us peeled off to adjacent buildings and apartments along the lovely tree-lined block and said goodnight. 

Outside of you having the show each night, we mostly kept to ourselves, nice and cozy in your little apartment, listening to music - DCfC and Goldfrapp both in heavy rotation - and watching shows on my laptop. 

One night we were offered tickets to a benefit for the Boston Film Society, so we hoped the “T” over to Cambridge and turned up at a semi-swanky event in a hotel ballroom. We felt a little under-dressed but everyone was super nice and we got to meet the event’s honoree, Willem Dafoe. The food was so good we took some home. Ha! They insisted! 

Mostly, we just clung to one another - or, if I’m completely honest, I clung to you. They were the happiest days of my life. God, how I loved you! How I still do! How I always will! 

With all my love, forever…