"So where are you from?"
"I'm from Halifax"
(Blank expression) "Yea"....
"Nova Scotia"
(Blanker expression)
"Canada?"
"Oh!! Oh k!"

True recap of the conversaion I had with the American boy who sold me my new sneakers.

The trip was fantastic from start to finish. We even got to drive through a blizzard coming home. I was excited to get there and depressed about leaving. I love Boston so much. We went to see the Lion King musical on Friday night at this absolutely stunning theatre, honestly, I feel like no words could do this theatre justice. I would have paid just to view the elaborate architecture of the building; it was mind blowing. Now I know a lot of you are probably calling me a stupid, low-brain, Disney loving, air-head for liking the Lion King. But seriously, if any of you ever have a chance to see it I recommend you do, no matter what the price. I hate Disney paraphenellia as much as the next girl but this play is absolutely spectacular. The costumes and dancing are amazing. I cried. God, how often do I cry at productions? The only time I can recall crying during a play was in this play called "Wit" where a woman was dying from cancer (Kathy, you know the one) and in "Les Miserables" which is a play that I listned to since before I even knew what a "lovely lady" was.

On Friday morning I went shopping. I spent a lot of money but didn't buy a lot. I took a chunk out of my account on some much needed jeans, acquired another "little jacket", and bought sneakers and a pair of patent leather, kitten heels.

We ate this really cute little Greek restaraunt on Newberry street.

That afternoon, Andrew and I went to the Instituion of Contemporary Art. I can't recall the name of the photographer but his work was wonderful. AFter I left the exhibit I felt exhausted. Some of the work was really difficult to process and certain parts of the exhibit made me boarderline uncomfortable. However, I think this was the photographers intention. He perfectly juxtoposed the essence of human want and need and did so in such an abstract fashion. He used vibrant colors and coupled them with bland, dreary colors and created these captivating photographs. He satirized the Garden of Eden using three homosexual men and had a heart wrenching exhibit displaying the poverty of the Soviet Union. I must admit, I felt a little sheepish wearing my new jeans, stuffed to the brim with expensive Greek cusine, casually strolling around while waiting to go see the Broadway production of Evita. His photographs managed to get inside of me, this rarely happens with simple visual asthetics. At least not to me.

So, back to my selfish trip....

Evita was excellent. I think it really touched my Dad. He sat in the theatre for awhile after it was finished and he barely spoke for the rest of the evening.

The play portrayed Evita far differently than I suspected she was. She appeared to be a sneaky, permiscious woman boardering on theft. I thought she was just a simple wife of Person who loved her people and her husband. I dono. After seeing that play I thought differently about her. Plus, I never knew she wanted to run for Vice President.....but then she died of cancer. I like her though, she was spicy.

I"ll continue writing the ramblings of my family trip in a few minutes, my sister need ths computer.

over and out.