Cheesecake

Yesterday was National Cheesecake Day, which meant that the Cheesecake Factory was selling cheesecake slices for $1.50. DUH we were there! But so was everyone else on th entire east coast. Seriously, there should be more than one Cheesecake Factory north of the Mason-Dixon line! It felt kind of like Disneyland on a crowded day. You wait in line, and you think you're getting closer, but then there's a turn in the line, and another. And you've waited so long that it doesn't make sense to leave now, and then you get to the ride, and even if it is lame, you have to pretend it was the best ride of your life.

That is what it was like at the Cheesecake Factory on National Cheesecake Day. We waited for 3 hours to get our $1.50 slices of cheesecake, but because we waited so long, it tasted like the best f-ing cheesecake of our entire lives. Jen cynically thinks that this holiday was invented by the Cheesecake Factory; I have to do more research before I can corroborate or disprove that claim.

Today I lived a different sort of American dream. I walked the mile or so to this reservoir nearby, sat down by a table to read Sherlock Holmes, and saw....AN ALBINO SQUIRREL! It was craazy! Basically I was minding my own business when I saw a flash of white out of the corner of my eye. Then it zoomed up a tree and I realized I was witnessing the "Snow White" of squirrels in a dexterous treetop maneuver; if it didn't probably have rabies, I would have tried to pet it. I will have to say it was the most beautiful and majestic squirrel I have ever seen in my short life. Except it probably had rabies. They always do.

Also, I have said there are many hipsters in Boston, but yesterday we were riding back from practice when we passed a boy, college-aged perhaps, walking to work. I thought he was wearing pajama pants, Di thought he was wearing Ralph Lauren pants. He also had a sweatband and a V-neck...does that make him a hipster? also, I didn't understand the pants.

Most likely, he didn't have time to dress and we're overanalyzing. But, that's fashion!

boring zone

So awhile ago, we were listing all the different kinds of zones that exist. Zone is a weird word, valuable in Scrabble, and fun to think of what other words it goes with. Here are some examples:

chill zone (Cassie's brother's hang out spot)
T-zone
danger zone
heart rate zone
friend zone (this is a bad one to be in)
war zone
construction zone
discovery zone

...I forget the rest. but it is a fun game.

Also I will say a little something about Walden pond. It is the best pond I have ever visited. The type of pond I usually think of is the type that Park Center Pond would fall in. Park Center Pond is pretty much the worst pond. I had to swim in it for a triathlon last year and it is full of snakes and goose poop. While I did see a snake at Walden pond, there was no goose poop. Also it was crystal clear, very much the opposite of how Park Center pond is. I can definitely see how it would inspire great works of literature and a conservation movement. Hopefully I can visit again.

I called my house the other day; I think my brother and sister may be an old retired couple. I asked my brother what he was doing for the day and he said he was just making some grilled cheese and vegetable soup for himself and my sister. Then they were sitting down to play a game of gin rummy. It is very suspicious.

This is a boring post. I will have to think of something wittier.