Semi-Charmed Life

17Feb/091

Weekend Trip to Boston

Ugh. I just spent close to an hour trying to figure out what flickr plugin to install for my blog. I wanted to install slickr, which actually looks really damn good but I couldn't get it to work properly. So instead, I had to settle for Flickr Photo Album, which is ugly as hell but I guess it'll have to do for now.

So anyway, below are some pictures from this weekend. I shot about 450 pictures and only came away with 65 that I'm satisfied with. Click on any of the pictures to go to my flickr album, or just click here.

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Me.

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Street performers outside of Faneuil Hall.

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Some crazy street sign I saw while walking the Freedom Trail.

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My homeboy Paul Revere.

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Memorial Garden.

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Navy guys.

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At the Naval Yard.

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In Chinatown.

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At the aquarium.

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Prudential Center.

It was a very fun trip, although my overall impression of Boston was that it was not very impressive. I wish I had more time to really soak in the history, but since we only stayed for 3 days, it was a very superficial view of the city. I wasn't impressed with the food we ate, but it could just be that we ate at mediocre restaurants. Most of the time I was running around Boston with a  70-200mm lens, with the exception of the aquarium where I used a 10-22mm. And when I say "running around," I literally mean running around. Some shots are just really difficult to take with a 70-200, which forced me to run really far back in order to take the shot. My friends who weren't taking pictures were also leading the way, so I spent most of the time snapping away and running to try and catch up with them.

Good trip, good times.

16Feb/090

Bathroom Humor

I used to think that the best part about coming home after being out of town would be to sleep in your own bed, but I realized the best part is actually being able to shit in your own bathroom on your own toilet. You know how it gets when you really have to pee and you're holding it in til you get home? As you get closer to home, peeing becomes more and more urgent until finally when you're mere steps away from the bathroom it feels like the pipes are about to burst. Well, something similar happens to me during weekend getaways.

I'm not sure why, but it's like my bowel movement completely shuts off when I'm away from home. This past weekend I went to Boston and not once did I do my thing on the throne. Instead my body tucks it away inside me somewhere and what results from this is me producing some of the foulest, most noxious flatulence you have ever smelled in your life.

Anyway, so on the way back it's like my body knew it was approaching home. As I got closer and closer, all the great stuff I had this weekend started throwing a party in my stomach. Odd how Mt. Shitmore was dormant all weekend long and decided to erupt once I came back to NYC.

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