Thursday, September 23, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
My turn!
So I guess it would be my (Sarah’s) turn now.
Thursday was a busy, good day! I had a dentist appointment in the morning, off to MIT for a few hours…getting some programming in, and then off to Harvard for a brief meeting. Chris and I were all set to meet in Boston for the evening, but things change, and I found myself driving down Rt. 95. After the usual greetings and such, the conversation turns to…what else? …but what are we going to have for dinner. It’s a gorgeous day out, and so after a bit of a drive, we find ourselves sitting outside eating sandwiches. This was followed by a trip to the mall…to try on dresses. Although (as usual) we only have a few minutes before the mall closes.
But the real story for the night begins on our way back from the mall. We are almost at Chris’s house when the car in front of us is driving strangely… Into the left side of the road at one point, then acting like it’s going to pull over on the right, only to keep going- but with a little more zigzagging than is usual. So Chris takes it upon himself to call the Police (thinking that there was a drunk driver in front of us) and we keep following the car. The car makes a turn onto another road and incredibly the police spot the car and come out of nowhere to pull it over. As we pass the pulled over car, Chris looks over and sees that two old ladies were in the car. It turns out that although they were probably not drunk, they were driving an uninsured, unregistered car…and so it would be towed…
There’s always an adventure! :-)
Thursday was a busy, good day! I had a dentist appointment in the morning, off to MIT for a few hours…getting some programming in, and then off to Harvard for a brief meeting. Chris and I were all set to meet in Boston for the evening, but things change, and I found myself driving down Rt. 95. After the usual greetings and such, the conversation turns to…what else? …but what are we going to have for dinner. It’s a gorgeous day out, and so after a bit of a drive, we find ourselves sitting outside eating sandwiches. This was followed by a trip to the mall…to try on dresses. Although (as usual) we only have a few minutes before the mall closes.
But the real story for the night begins on our way back from the mall. We are almost at Chris’s house when the car in front of us is driving strangely… Into the left side of the road at one point, then acting like it’s going to pull over on the right, only to keep going- but with a little more zigzagging than is usual. So Chris takes it upon himself to call the Police (thinking that there was a drunk driver in front of us) and we keep following the car. The car makes a turn onto another road and incredibly the police spot the car and come out of nowhere to pull it over. As we pass the pulled over car, Chris looks over and sees that two old ladies were in the car. It turns out that although they were probably not drunk, they were driving an uninsured, unregistered car…and so it would be towed…
There’s always an adventure! :-)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
One to begin with
So I guess I will go first, Since I did make this thing and all, So here it is!
This sounded like a good and fun idea as something to try, a shared journalish kinda thing between me (Chris) and my lovely girlfriend Sarah.
Any who, I had a rather long Monday have classes and getting in a few tutoring things in I had been in Boston from 7am till around 6, a long but productive day. finally it had ended, and I was on my way home, and thought I wanted to see Sarah, so I did, and sent a text her way to announce that I was on my way over and she should brace for my arrival. a few minutes and a train ride later, she was there to pick me up at the station and head to her house, and the first words out of our mouth and for the rest of the ride home, as it usually is, was on the topic of food, and more specifically, what to do for dinner that evening. Tuna melt we voted, and later succeed at. Later which was fallowed by failing a picking out a movie but going to the beach!
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