After work last night Randy and I went to my friend, Jen’s, place for dinner. She and her boyfriend of nearly 18 months (who I just met last night) moved in to this place together a few months ago. It’s a lovely place – eerily similar to Randy’s and mine. Both houses are yellow, both houses are the same two-family style with near identical room lay-outs (the kitchen, living room, dining and two bedrooms are in identical places. The only difference is the bathroom in Randy’s is where Jen’s pantry is. Oh, Jen’s back yard is bigger (though, we have a 2 car garage taking up quite a bit of space).<\/p>\n
Anyway, Jen prepared a lovely chicken\/broccoli\/ziti (my favorite) and good conversation was had all around.<\/p>\n
Stuffed, we came home watched the news until the weather came on, and went to bed.<\/p>\n
Oh, and on a completely unrelated rant…what’s up with all of the door-to-door solicitors this past summer? I swear, I’ve lived all over Boston (Fenway, South End, Back Bay, Downtown, West End, North End), plus Brookline, Salem, Newburyport, and San Francisco, and not once have I ever had somebody anonymously ring my doorbell trying\u00a0to sell me something, convert me to a new religion, or change political affiliations. Not once!<\/p>\n
Yet in this summer alone I’ve probably had at least two people per week ring the door bell. A rival cable company has come numerous times. We’ve had Mormons pay a visit or two (I blame Romney – I never saw them anywhere in the state until he became governor…nowI saw them on the subway and in Harvard Square all the time). Oh, and the Jehovah’s Witnesses have paid us a few visits. And over the past month or two, it’s been a constant attack from democrats (from local candidates to the actual DNC).<\/p>\n
Randy is never here for it since they seem to come between 5PM – 7PM and he is always at work\u00a0at that time. My friend, Deano, can attest to this because I think every Scrabble game we’ve played since late July has been interrupted by the door bell. It’s gotten so bad that I don’t even answer the door anymore.<\/p>\n
No wonder Bostonian’s have a reputation for being cold and unfriendly.<\/p>\n
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