It should be noted that my mother is tiny. Like a tiny little tiny person from tinyland. She's a teacher and has the sprightliness of an elementary school girl, and a very big smile. And she's extremely white, fashion wise. One would describe her style as "Cape Cod" or "Explorations in Pastel Plaid". It's kind of adorable, especially when she's thrown into sharp relief by the dingy pessimism of public transport.
The first stop was Downtown Crossing - to Macy's so that she could buy some Clinique makeup that she wanted. As we walked down Washington Street, mom was again mildly horrified.
"This used to be the center of the city," she said as she looked over the rotten, picked-away carcass of Filenes. But soon we made it safely to the makeup counter, and all was well. It seems like Clinique is always having a special bonus promotion. It makes it a little less "special" I guess, but nobody argues with a free tote bag, and mini bottles of that wonderful, yellow moisturizer.
The day was gorgeous, as those of you in New England know. One of those rare, comfortable, sunnynotmuggy days that we get four or no times a year. Mom and I walked through the city, from State Street to the South End. As we strolled into the South End, my mother was immediately charmed by the neat flower box stoops and sidewalk dining. She's been to this area of town before, of course, but not on a perfect day like yesterday. I was taken off guard by how lovely it was as well. Upon reaching the BCA we decided to have a bite to eat and stopped at The Beehive. I would like to describe the grilled cheese sandwich that we split there, but words escape me. I'm not being overly dramatic. It was the best sandwich of my lifetime. The bread, the cheese, the tomato...and granted I was very hungry, but this surpassed all other snacks in deliciousness. Go there. Get the grilled cheese. Try to tell me I'm wrong. I am still adhering to my diet, sticklers, portion control is everything.
The show was fantastic. Really great. I could pick it apart, but I'm in the mood to make sweeping generalizations instead and focus on the good stuff. History Boys is interesting and well written, but it was the boys themselves that made the experience so worthwhile.
From reading the program it seems like many of them are just local guys in college, which was surprising. They were adorable, funny, and many times heart breaking. I want them all to date my sister. Even the gays.We walked back to the blue line after our long day of shopping, talking, theater going, eating, and generally being insufferably female. It was wonderful. It made me realize that I should spend more time with my mom because, quite frankly, she's about the best person I know. And she's SO little.
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