Gary turns 21!

This post is a little late, but better late than never...

Gary turned 21 one day after the groundhog decided that winter would be 6 six weeks longer! :( Not a sad face to the monumental 21st, but rather to the groundhog who has been right, oh so very right.

To celebrate the weekend Gary Sr., Kelly, Pop Doug, and Pat came to Boston! Friday morning was a mess! We set out toward Faneuil Hall from the far end of the Boston Common on foot. Normally a great walk, a view of the state house, some rather large squirrels and a glimpse at Gare's old dorm. This particular day, was perhaps the worst day to see these sights. For one it was raining, no pouring! And to top it off it was windy, not freezing cold at first but once you walk for so long drenched to the bone you'll feel cold regardless. Kelly's lined pants were soaked through, and probably pretty heavy! Pop's umbrella didn't hold up very well to the wind. And big Gary was running from building to building for shelter, but still managed to fully drench himself. Gare and I are just plain tough, so it didn't faze us at all! (ha!)

We ate at Quincy Market for about 4.5 hours until we throughly dried off. Pat bought some "gifties", Pop bought some food, and the rest of us just enjoyed the warm and dry. A fireplace would have been oh so nice.

The six of us took the T to a movie in Somerville, "Charlie Wilson's War." I highly recommend it, it has nudity, love, and some history lessons- a perfect selection for our crowd. The popcorn was superb, I think it was with real butter! (Nothing like that cheap butter powder!)

Friday night we stayed in the city with the Garys, Pop, and Pat at Gare's apartment and Kelly and I in my dorm room. Both places seemed to have lively parties going on so no one missed out on any dancing fun.

Saturday was spent shopping for Gare's awesome new Camper shoes, a lovely tour of Newbury street sans RAIN!!! :) And then a delicious dinner at La Osteria with the four Huangs. We were all pretty tired from the previous days' excitement but managed to stick it out.

On Sunday we ate lunch at a pizza place near Gare's room, then watched the game. Life went on as usual. No drunken runnings through the common or public displays of drunkeness to be had on this 21st. Thank goodness, he doesn't have a roommate to clean up the mess!


Gare opening a present from my parents, a coffee table book with pictures about Syracusa (where we lived in Sicily).


Pat and Pop at Kim's for birthday cake and gifts.