I studied all the pictures in magazines and books
I memorized the subway map too
It’s one block north to Macey’s and two to Brother’s Brookes ~ Thoroughly Modern Millie
It was, as usual, rainy – well, misty. I swear this run gets more water than Alaska. And I didn’t think that that was possible! And of course, neither of us had brought an umbrella, as we hadn’t actually intended to stay out this morning – crew shore leave was majorly delayed because of some problems that happened on a way higher stripe level than me, so we’d just kind of planned to go out to an electronics store so that Amras could pick up the cables he needed for his bass. But the store we needed was much closer than we expected, which left us with a huge chunk of time and neither of us felt remotely like going back to the ship….so we just…started walking.
Where do you get clothes around here?
In Beverly Hills? Rodeo Drive baby… ~ pretty woman
Okay, so Boston is not Beverly Hills, it’s nowhere near Beverly Hills, but it does have it’s own version of Rodeo Drive.
As Amras and I hoofed it up Newburry street this morning I have never felt more like a poor country cousin. I mean really, this street has shops that I couldn’t even afford to breathe in, aaaaaaand a few that he had to pull me back from the doors of
Remind me that I’m broke big brother
You’re broke sis, you’re really really broke
Can we come back when I’m not?
Yes…
So on we went, past the Boston Commons and the Theatre District (where they are playing Mamma Mia next month and I will not be here, and this makes me sad) all the way up the street past Burberry, Chanel, Ugg, MAC, Victoria’s Secret, etc etc…I mean really, this place just…it feels like I should dress up in the best clothes I have and wander around pretending to be burning a hole in daddy’s credit card. On my best day I might be able to afford one “from the bottom up” outfit, but hey…a girl can dream.
I mean, this is just…I’d never even seen Brookes Brothers…except in movies.
Or Steinway, where the kid in me who took a couple of years of piano lessons just wanted to press palms and nose up against the glass and stare, because that’s only one of the most legendary musical instruments in the world
In his typical vein of knowing me far too well, a long ways down the street Amras just steers me right.
Thought I remembered right…
And there, hanging above my head, is a little tiny black and white sign reading “The Fairy Shop”. Hee! Dragons and mermaids and dream catchers and …I was so well behaved, I didn’t buy anything. Not even the Firefly merch that they had on display. This pretty much deserves a medal.
Especially since there was a dragon there that would have been just so perfect on so many levels…
Days like this, there is just never enough time. We kept spinning it out, five more minutes, five more minutes, one more slice of pizza…
But eventually time caught up with us – as it always does – and reality called, and reality meant a cab back to the ship. And no matter how great your week, the ship always gets its revenge on embark day, once he and I part ways at the gangway we don’t see each other again until dinner, or sometimes even until the I set foot on the stage for the introductory show. This is one of the reasons why neither of us is always that keen on returning to reality.
Do we have to?
‘Fraid so…
Hmph…
Totally….
So…here we go again, Montreal here we come…