Newburyport, Mass.

This is where I am right now.

I decided that since I'm on the East Coast where there are Chinatown Buses, I should travel a little.  So I decided to take the Fung Wah bus to Boston to see my Uncle Swifty.

Swifty isn't my actual uncle, though.  Actually, Swifty isn't his real name.  And he doesn't actually live in Boston.  He lives about an hour north in this adorable little brick and clapboard New England hamlet.  

It's been really nice.  I spent the day (after the four-hour bus ride) driving around Boston with Swifty.  We went to the south side and saw a bunch of very white people with very red faces pre-gaming it before tomorrow's St. Patrick's Day parade (holy shit, man, I can't wait to see THAT pukestorm tomorrow!).  Then we drove on one of Boston's underground tunnelways over to Cambridge to see Harvard and MIT.  Harvard has a lot of really cool buildings, and I'm sure that the campus is oretty awesome, but I was surprisingly underwhelmed by the standard-college-town-looking restaurant-bar-stores-people around it.  I guess I just thought that everyone would be really distinguished looking or something.  Everyone just looked sort of normal.

Then again, New York has probably fucked my perspective..

Anyway, then we drove to Newburyport and I spent the night with Swifty and his girlfriend who's this very nice schoolteacher.  They were both incredibly welcoming.  And we talked about my family and their families.  Man, it was really nice.  I really needed something like that to break up the ungroundedness of NYC.  Then we're going to go sea kayaking tomorrow!

Man, this blog is pretty square.  But I've had a damn fine time up in this cute lil port town from 1756.  So be it.