I should be in bed

I should be in bed, but it's hard to wind down after such a day.

Oh wait, I just blinked and almost fell asleep.

Oh crap. I'm going to have to write more later, when it's not hot and I'm not tired and it's not hot.

Did I mention it's hot?

I will say this: for the first time in about 10 years I went to the Middle East to eat dinner. I had the same thing I had the last time. The Pumpking thingie that's a vegetarian entree, not a dessert. US is one of the few places that don't use the pumpkin in regular dishes. This should be remedied, as my dinner was delish.

Emily came down from Orono with Allison to see the Morrisey concert. Mary, another of Emily's friends, lives in Cambridge and Mary's friend Tyler. We all met up to have dinner before Mr Cranky Pants show at the BoA Pavilion (where I saw Tori two summers ago with Jenny), then they were going back to Cambridge to stay with Mary for the night.

Obviously, I'll have lots to say about the cruise to Bermuda. As soon as I upload the pics, I'll make a photo entry, with comments, like with the "If You've Never Been to Fenway" series.

Bedtime.

Oooh, speaking of Fenway, that poor ol' Gabbard or Dabbard or whatever his name is should've taken Susan Sarandon's advice and worn the garter for his first appearance in the Show. YIKES! Poor bugger.