townies

let me first begin by saying that boston was fabulous.
fabulous.
fabulous.
fabulous.

i miss rosebud's omelets and its makeup caked, 60-year-old waitress. i miss judy's sexual escapades. i miss having to 'turn right to turn left' and the 'caution: elderly' signs. i really really miss the no-smoking-in-massachusetts-bars. hell, i even miss getting my stilettos stuck in harvard square's brick roads.

i do not, however, miss the townies. sure, i might in a few weeks look back upon them fondly, but no. i do not miss the townies.

another fuzzy naval please!
i miss you, boston. i really do.

sigh.