First off, I just got this link from my aunt. Let’s all taunt Tom DeLay, shall we?

Secondly, fun weekend of celebrating M.’s company getting VC funding and his getting estra paycheck funding in turn. During the weekend, I kept thinking to myself, “If I were in Cambridge, I wouldn’t be able to do all of this stuff in one weekend.”

For example, go to a street festival, hear some bands, see some trees and parks and end up on Sunday walking along the ocean and watching people out on the boardwalk. I was basically thinking, how neat that all of these things, a major city, an ocean, parks and scenery were all in basically short driving distances and could be done in one weekend.

I was completely in awe.

Then, I fucking remembered that Massachusetts is smaller, and it’s actually physically closer to do all those things in one day. Hell, as a kid I once did a charity walk that started just south of Boston in Neponset and ended up at the old Paragon Park amusement park at Nantasket Beach.

I guess the novelty is still so overwhelming that I kind of forget reality.

Although, wading in the ocean a bit to feel the salt water on the same weekend as the Boston Marathon created a little cognitive dissonance. I think the only time I might ever have gotten my feet wet at a beach in April was if we ditched high school, started drinking and created retarded dares or drunken acts of bravado.

And, I got to pick up a tiny shell of a sand dollar on the beach at Santa Cruz. M. was singularly unimpressed by my joy at discovering a shell I heretofore could only have found at a beach store.

I guess that would be the down side of living with a guy who grew up in the tropics. He probably could have gotten the coolest shells imaginably and remained unfazed. Darn those natives of paradise and their shell abundance.