Booty Does Boston

     Friday, we fired up the thirteen year old red Mercedes - Edward doesn't believe in buying a new car until you want to abandon your old car in the South Bronx - and pointed it north to Boston to visit, Booty, my niece who is in her first year of grad. school at Boston University.
     At the crack of 10 on Saturday morning, with Booty in tow, we began what would turn out to be about five minutes of sightseeing and many, many hours of shopping.  Edward started us off by buying a pair of black shoes and black gloves.  Booty and I hovered around him while he tried on myriad pairs of shoes, each time using a style of walking that caused some other shoppers to stare.  For some reason, Edward tests out  shoes by walking on his tippy toes.
     After the shoe purchase, I looked at Booty, and she was clearly sad.  Finally, she divulged that she absolutely required new boots.  In horror at this admission, we ditched Edward at a nearby bookstore and settled in for some serious work.  After much consternation, emotional ups and downs and just plain sweat, we located a pair of spectacular black boots in Booty's size.  They were the kind of boots that could change the course of one's life.  Booty was whole - well, almost.

     Two dresses, a pair of jeans and a sweater later, Booty's vital signs were stable, and if I was successful in loading the pictures of Booty in her finery, you can see them here.  Booty is also modeling our lovely accommodations at the Four Seasons Hotel.
      Booty declared herself ready for dinner - a very expensive dinner.  So we grabbed Edward and headed out to a place that was so trendy and hip, none of us understood the menu or the wine list.  We got looped and the discussion turned to a dangerous topic:  Booty's love life. There are three potential boyfriends.  Boyfriend #1, who I call, Mr. Nice Guy; Boyfriend #2, known as Playa; and Boyfriend #3 is just Huh?  I gave my opinion by stating, "Yes, No, Never".  That should make the winner very clear.   
     At the end of the meal, it was time for dessert, and I ordered it.  Apparently Booty can get cruel after the stores close and as she watched me eat, she said, "Boy, Auntie Barnie, you sure can suck down that gelato."  There was a brief, stunned silence and then, Edward, fearing that violence might break out, ran from the room.  No need to worry.  I kindly helped Booty out of her chair by grabbing the nape of her neck and pulling up, and we were out of there.
     The weekend ended on a calm note with a lovely brunch where we got to meet Booty's doe eyed roommate, Salsa.  And then we were back into the Mercedes headed home.  A wonderful weekend had by all.