Thursday, May 26, 2016


I took a photo.

Added border for website because a white background is terrible for the photo.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Flowers, Gazebos, & Summer

Today started early, with a gentle knock-knock on my door at 7:05 AM from Jesse reminding me that I should have been awake five minutes ago.

After hurriedly getting ready, I boxed up the brownies made at 2 AM (thanks, insomnia!) and headed to the nicely-packed car waiting downstairs. It was time to move Jesse's things back to her house!

Helmuth and I piled into the remaining space of the car while Jesse took the wheel because honestly, she's the best driver of the three of us and she was taking us to her hometown of Shrewsbury, so she knew the way.

The drive there was absolutely beautiful: lots of trees, little lakes, and a beautiful blue sky. We got to Jesse's house and unpacked, and all the while I was marveling at East Cost novelties like basements, strips of grass between sidewalks and roads, and trees by the side of the road in a suburb (none of which exist where I'm from. Except for the trees, but there aren't nearly as many in my neighborhood).

After moving Jesse's boxes into the house, we had the rest of the day to do whatever we wanted, so we headed to the Shrewsbury town square. There was a gazebo, which fit in well with the quaint New England small town charm.


We then drove to the botanical gardens in Boylston, and were greeted by another gazebo and lots of flowers.


It was here that Helmuth took lots of pictures of plants, I took lots of pictures of Helmuth taking pictures of plants, and Jesse took a couple pictures of me taking pictures of Helmuth taking pictures of plants. Very meta.



Have I mentioned how beautiful the grounds were?





There were also snacks, courtesy of Jesse.

We also climbed to the summit (and by "climb," I mean "walked four minutes up a very mild hill") and enjoyed the view of the surrounding forest and reservoir.



Helmuth and Jesse took more fancy-shmancy pictures.


And of course, there was lots of cuddling.



It was finally lunchtime, so we went to Moe's, a southwestern restaurant. They had a salsa bar, so taste-testing and salsa-swapping shenanigans ensued-- I unsuccessfully tried to convince Helmuth that he had developed a complete tolerance to capsaicin by switching my mild for his Extreme-Ghost-Pepper-Melt-Your-Face-Off salsa.

We hit up Lowe's to get locks for the French House cabinets, and we got a little distracted at the checkout line, of course.


Helmuth played with the price checker because "it makes pretty patterns!"

After Lowe's we went to Lake Quinsigamond, the launch site of Jesse's high school crew team. There was a race today, so Jesse was able to catch up with high school friends while Helmuth and I relaxed in the shade of the rowing center and ate brownies (which, honestly, the three of us had been working on all day). It was all quite picturesque.

Helmuth claimed my scarf. It is now his, no takesies-backsies.


Jesse helped her old crew team move equipment for their race, who did well!


It was time to head home, so we started the drive back to Boston. I napped in the back of the car while Helmuth and Jesse discussed everything Course 6. We stopped to grab pizza at California Pizza Kitchen and literally wrestled over who got to pay the bill.


We returned the Zipcar and made our way back to New House, just in time for my shift at Front Desk. Jesse and Helmuth are adorably sleepy after the long day.


Monday, May 23, 2016

The Quest for Bagels!

It was Sunday, which meant it was time for the one, the only, Sunday Morning Bagel Club (or "bagles," as Jesse would have it). Usually I head to Porter Square by myself and make my way back to French House to serve everyone bagels, but Jesse and Helmuth decided that they wanted to join me on my trip.

So, after a few lovely early-morning selfies sent between the three of us-- not pictured because we all looked just too good and we don't want to make you all jealous-- we headed out from LMF to Porter.

Step one was to decide how to get there. We could walk to Kendall and take the T to Porter, or take the 1 bus to Harvard and then red line the last leg of the journey, or just walk the three miles up Mass Ave and skip public transportation altogether. 

Eventually, we decided to board the 1 bus, but then we (or, rather, I) got distracted by the promise of tasty tasty Mariposa treats. Thus, we headed first to Mariposa in Central to say hi to Avi and grab some tea. We then boarded the T to Porter.

I asked Helmuth to take a picture of Jesse and me, but I should have known better.


Thankfully, he took a nice one too.

If you've ever been to Porter, you know that there are tons of stairs. Helmuth decided to run up all of them. Jesse and I were more reasonable and took the escalators (a trip of 90 seconds, as Jesse timed it).

There are actually two sets of stairs. After sprinting up the first set, Helmuth claimed that he won. As we passed through the toll gates (above), we were faced with a set of stairs because the escalators weren't working, so all three of us had to climb them. I won that race, but of course it "wasn't a race" because Helmuth gets to decide when the races happen, which just so happens to coincide with the times when he's ahead.

Our stair-climbing efforts were rewarded with getting to wait in the longest line in human history. 

We finally got our bagels, though! Jesse and Helmuth enjoyed the cheddar garlic bagels while I stuck with the oldie but goodie: plain with cream cheese. We found a lovely side street near the bagel place to enjoy the spoils of our quest.

After finishing the bagels, it was time to head back. Since Helmuth was deprived of his three mile walk to the bagel store (he was the sole proponent of walking all. the. way. there.), we decided to make our way back to campus via Mass Ave. The area between Porter and Harvard squares is especially beautiful, so it was a lovely walk. 

Right before hitting Harvard Square, we stopped to sit near the statue of John Bridge. Jesse took this opportunity to announce our presence to everyone within a two-mile radius via an obnoxious grass whistle.

I also caught this beauty of a picture:

Jesse then decided to climb a tree.

We are beautiful people.


I spent a good amount of effort trying to get Helmuth to smile for a picture. Instead, he ran away or just straight up didn't cooperate. 


Photo creds: Jesse <3
We then walked through part of Harvard Yard, which was decked out for commencement. I reminded my fellow intrepid travelers to not touch the statue of John Harvard. Just don't do it.

Nearing Mass Ave again, Jesse just sat down. To quote her: "the grass is just so soft and tender and green. I must sit down."

We were duly impressed by Harvard's ability to: 
1. Keep grass alive
2. Put tents up everywhere, and not kill the grass
3. Make the grass not die

We walked through Central, where I stopped at Walgreens and then met up with Jesse and Helmuth at H-mart. Just for funsies, I caught the 1 bus and took it one stop, before lounging on the Student Center steps to wait for the approaching Helmuth and Jesse. 


Photo creds: the most amazing Jesse