i jokingly say "bury me in massachusetts" pretty often, but it's weekends like this one that i seriously mean it. since i'm going to be out of town for weddings the next two weekends, i figured it was the perfect time to frolic around with a cup of mulled cider and a scarf and do a little boston walkabout.
as a bonus, it was honkfest this weekend, so i got to enjoy some of the bands playing in davis square on saturday afternoon. if you don't know about honkfest, the short version is that it's a huge gathering of activist musicians who form brass bands and dress up in crazy outfits and have fun and play tunes all weekend. then there's a parade on sunday afternoon (pictures of that later).
when i got into the city, i headed straight for FALL CENTRAL aka beacon hill. i was bummed that there weren't more halloween decorations up yet, but it was still beautiful and quaint and the ridiculously wealthy residents were staaaarting to get into the spirit.
then i wandered back through boston common to locate *~THE TREE~* which just steals every other tree's shine. foliage on fleek.
also very into this scene:
and of course, there was some kind of colonial reenactor thing happening, because why wouldn't there be?
I'M DEAD (and no, i don't know this man, but it was too perfect):
and i couldn't stop, wouldn't stop the honkfest festivities, so i went to the parade today and got some sweet shots with my real camera.
that's all, folks. thanks for indulging me here, because if i were to post every photo i wanted to post on instagram i'd most definitely have no friends OR followers. :) :) :) :(
looking at houses i can't afford is my therapy, okay? and this lil' loft--for a cool 2 and a half mil--just soothes the soul. there's also a fireplace in a bedroom. a. fireplace. in. a. bedroom. i can't even wrap my head around it.
2. the haunted lore of the mount washington hotel
last week, i spent a few much-needed days with my family at this bougie resort up in the white mountains that was basically like the setting of a hallmark movie IRL, minus the hot love interest (though my zip lining guide was basically the crunchy bearded hippie of my dreams and i gladly let him handle my hooks, heyooo). there was a big fireplace with a moose head above it in the lobby, an arcade, speakeasy, and coffee shop in the basement, a spa, fire pits, indoor/outdoor pools and hot tubs, like 3 restaurants, and amazing floor-to-ceiling windows with beautiful views of the mountains.
unfortunately, on the second day, it poured, so i made the best of it by reading by the fire and getting my nails done. my manicurist, um, tipped me off to a daily hotel tour that gave an overview of the hotel's history, so i was all about it. long story short, this 20-something woman named carolyn stickney married some rich dude and inherited the hotel and then the dude died, so she became the HBIC. she did all sorts of wacky shit, like watch the female guests arriving to dinner parties from her private balcony and changing her outfit if they were dressed better than her, having an assistant draw the curtains on the pool and kick everyone out if she wanted to go for a swim, etc. etc. you can read more here.
creepy-ass rendering of carolyn
she's rumored to haunt the hotel to this day, and room 314 in particular, where she spent most of her time. during my visit to the speakeasy, the bartender verified that "a lot of weird shit" has happened in the 4 years he's worked there, including a chair inexplicably moving across the room when he was closing up by himself after midnight, and a female guest (staying in 314) freaking out at the front desk one night because the covers were ripped right off the bed while her and her husband were sleeping. do you love it? i love it. also, unrelated, but this clock with the moon phases was just really cool.
3. this stripped-down version of greta van fleet's "black smoke rising"
yes, i'm still riding the GVF train, man. i pray these kiddos never get into hard drugs because they're so wholesome and wonderful and full of raw talent. i've gotten into this song in particular lately, and it sounds even better acoustic, IMO.
4. rediscovering zumiez
sooo i think i'm regressing, but i don't really care. back in my college days, my friends and i were regulars at the zumiez in the poughkeepsie galleria--both for the sk8r clothes and the fact that most of our local musician acquaintances worked there, or worked elsewhere in the mall and just shopped there. either way, it was a scene, as they say. and while looking for some snowboarder-chic clothing for my aforementioned trip, i popped in there last weekend and bought like 12 things (including this "not today" hoodie which i'm wearing right now). somehow, i dig their selection even more than i did when i was 19. it's fine. 5. this adorable "how i met my husband" story
i was tooling around last weekend looking at blogs, and came across this post from last year about how this woman met her husband. i'm always a sucker for a good meet-cute story, so i was immediately drawn in, not even realizing until i got to the end that it was written by eva martino, susan sarandon's daughter. honestly didn't even know she had a blog. but it was really uplifting and adorable and sweet and gosh darn it, we need more of that in our lives!
