It's beginning to look a lot like...

Winter. In Boston. Which, for people like me who have very few sentimental feelings about snow--sucks. I'll just never understand how people can think fondly of cold, sharp, wet stuff driving insistently into your face. Or how about the immense, great lake-sized slush puddles in the gutters at intersections? You practically have to walk half a block to the nearest drain and cross there. Where are my hip-waders? In other news, the Django Bates concert was last night. It went really well, and was one of the most fun concerts I've ever been in. The audience seemed to have a great time, and we received a lot of positive feedback. All stress from having to learn ridiculously challenging music in a short period of time aside--it was a great experience, and a lot of fun. And, after having spent several hours in the presence of a funny Brit, my new favorite word is: "wonky," which I believe means "out of sorts, or weird." Now I'm off to walk/skate/wade home from work in the delightful slurpee outside. Cheers!