Still Moving . . .

August 31, 2010 at 1:12 AM (Musings) (, )

. . . And I still hate it.  Most of my belongings are stashed in a distant storage unit.  All that remains are some clothes, trinkets and dishware.  Notice the lack of bed; I haven’t slept in a couple days.

Tomorrow I start to move into the actual apartment.  On the bright side, I have my keys, and our super seems like he’s going to be as accommodating as possible (hurray, nice people!).  On the dark side, I still won’t have a bed for a few days.  Bugger.

Luckily, my Wachusett Blueberries are keeping my spirits, uhm, almost airborne.


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Today I Learned . . .

August 28, 2010 at 3:03 PM (Musings) ()

Actually, today I was reminded that I hate moving.  And I haven’t even started moving stuff outside, yet.  I’ll most likely be out of commission for the week, but I’ll see if I can’t squeeze in the sporadic bitter comment here and there.

And for those of you wondering, don’t worry: I’m not leaving Beantown.  Just another shift between neighborhoods.

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A Year (And Change) Older

August 21, 2010 at 11:48 PM (Happenings, Musings) (, , )

My birthday was earlier this week, and I am pleased to announce that no one sang that horrendous song to me in public (that’s not to say people didn’t try, though).  That said, it was a wonderful few days of celebration – except the part where the Red Sox got their rear ends handed to them.  By Toronto.  Really, guys?

A lady never discloses her age, but I will say I’ve re-entered the realm of prime numbers as a twenty-something.  That said, when several of my elder friends have celebrated this same year, I heard one particular complaint many a time: “Oh my God: I’m so old!

. . . Seriously?  In your twenties, you’re complaining about being old?  In an age when when we’re finishing school, getting married, settling down and starting families later and later in lives, we feel old in our twenties?  When we typically have a solid 60 years remaining?  Where was I for this?

After hearing this for the third or fourth time, I swore to myself that when my same birthday rolled around, I would not consider myself old, and suffice to say, I succeeded.  As a college graduate still running the internship gamut, still moving at least once a year and still unsure of where or what I’ll be in the next five years, the absolute last word I would use to describe myself would be “old.”  Village elders, you’ll have to excuse me: this whipper-snapper still has some self-discovery to accomplish.

Tonight’s Tunes
“Mr. Jones,” Counting Crows
“Black Balloon,” Goo Goo Dolls
“Push (Acoustic),” Matchbox 20

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Dining at Atlantic Fish Co.

August 14, 2010 at 8:36 PM (Food) (, , , , , )

To say I went to Atlantic Fish Co. in search of the best seafood in Boston would be a bold-faced lie.  In truth, I really just wanted a beer.  After a long shift at Starbucks, it doesn’t take much to improve your outlook on life.

atlantic fish co logo bostonI strolled in one early weekday afternoon to find myself the only person at the bar (may it be known that I had stumbled in during a rare window of time: on weekends and during dinner time there’s rarely a seat in the house).  As I studied the draught  options, I saw a label I didn’t recognise: Hoegaarden.  Luckily, the bar manager is a walking encyclopedia when it comes to beer, wine and spirits.  He told me it was the beer that Blue Moon aspired to be (only more eloquently; I’m no good when it comes to describing beer) and I was sold.  Mission accomplished: it was the perfect thirst-quencher on that warm spring day.  Ladies and gentlemen, ask for Joe if you’re at Atlantic’s bar and need a drink recommendation.  He hasn’t failed me yet.

Given my positive first experience at the Fish, I figured I should revisit to check out the dining options.  It’s not like it was a difficult commute, being two doors down from Starbucks, and I’d been craving some fish for a while, conveniently enough.  I won’t bore you with the world’s longest narrative of everything I’ve tried and loved there, but I will tell you that I haven’t had a bad dish, yet.  Some details, however, that may be of interest:

oysters atlantic fish coThe food is a little pricey (entrees range anywhere from $24 to $32, on average), but well worth it.  Atlantic prints its menus daily, featuring several “Catch of the Day” options, which can be prepared almost any way you could want, along with a variety of specialty entrees, appetisers, side dishes and meals to share.  A couple of my favourite specialty dishes include the pan-seared seabass (served with a delectable lobster ravioli) and the lemon sole, served in a white wine sauce(? Not entirely certain on that) and pancetta.  If you’re not into the fancy-pants side of seafood, no worries: the fish and chips are pretty darned good, too.  Full menus are available for download on Atlantic’s site.

The service is the real reason why I keep going back (PR intern’s hourly wage really doesn’t justify the price).  However, while most (99%) of my visits take place at the bar, I often chat with a couple of the servers during the course of my meal.  Not a single person who works for Atlantic is rude or condescending – something I can’t say for several restaurants on Newbury St. that have similar price tags attached to their menus.  All of the hostesses and managers are incredibly warm and accommodating, and the entire bar staff has not only tolerated my incessant sarcasm and commentary, but has perhaps even encouraged it.  A little.  I always receive my drinks and meal in a timely fashion, even during weekend rushes.  These folks know how to keep their bustling establishment running smoothly.

Other small pros: two television sets that are ALWAYS broadcasting the current Boston sports game, nice interior with the suggestion of a nautical theme, great location on Boylston street.

Stop in and check it out!  They’re participating in Boston’s 2010 Restaurant Week, so take advantage of their 3-course lunch special!

Today’s Tunes
“The Middle,” Jimmy Eat World
“Never Let You Go,” Third Eye Blind
“How’s It Going to Be,” Third Eye Blind
“I Miss You (acoustic),” Incubus
“Alive with the Glory of Love,” Say Anything

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I’m on a Bus!

August 7, 2010 at 6:05 PM (Miscellaneous, Musings) (, )

… Okay, so it’s not as cool as being on a boat, but we can’t have everything, right?  That, and if I was on a boat, do you really think I’d be blogging?

Wait, I did that for a week, didn’t I.  My bad!

I don’t actually have anything exciting to contribute this afternoon, but I really do need to get back into this blogging thing.  Now, that’s not to say that nothing exciting is going on in my life – I just scored my first client placement while at PN yesterday, I’m moving to another part of Beantown any week now, I’ll be checking out Cirque du Soleil’s OVO next week, my birthday’s just days away and I am on a Greyhound right now – but those of you who actually know me more or less know all that, and those of you who don’t know me likely don’t care.

Although, now that I think of it, I do owe a couple posts.  For those of you who enjoy reading books – are there any of you left out there? – the ruthlessly abrasive (yet all-around good guy) Gary Vaynerchuk published a book not too long ago, Crush It!, which is a great read for anybody who has a a drive to monetise his or her passion.  I finished chapter 2 and announced via Twitter that I couldn’t wait to blog about it.  Life got busy, and I never did.  Gary, I have not forgotten about you!  I swear I will re-read your book and tell the blogosphere about how awesome it is.

Another blog topic I’ve been putting off is something I’ve enjoyed far more recently: seafood.  More specifically, Atlantic Fish Co. seafood.  And not just the seafood, but . . . well, why spoil the post?  Here we go!

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And So Ends a Chapter (I Hope)

August 5, 2010 at 12:40 AM (Happenings) (, )

1. Good Lord, I haven’t posted in ages.  Why, I even managed to miss my blog’s 2nd birthday!  I’m such a terribly inattentive blogger.  I promise I’ll try to be better.

2. Because I know you all give two hoots about everything going on in my life, I may as well quell the rumours now . . .

I have in fact quit Starbucks.

It was three years, one month and two weeks of my life that I spent learning how to make triple-venti bone-dry 200-degree cappuchinos with two-and-a-half Equals and how to deal with their respective customers, and most of me is glad to be tentatively finished – we’re still waiting on a job offer that severs my ties with the mighty Siren forever – but there is a small remainder that will miss that green apron.  Starbucks was the longest job I’ve ever held, the rest being temporary jobs and internships, and a good portion of memories and accompanying friends can be attributed to my experiences there.

I would like to thank all of my colleagues and regulars – past and present – who made most days at the ‘Bucks pleasantly bearable most days.  I wish you all the best in your caffeinated futures, and that if our paths should cross in the future, I still won’t be wearing that green apron.

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