Head of the Charles weekend usually corresponds with my birthday and most years I end up in Boston for the occasion. Despite not having a home in Boston anymore, I decided to spend the weekend up in Boston with some of my nearest and dearest. I took the bus up on Saturday morning after an evening out with SV my honorary "cousin" from work. FC's best friend in LA looks a lot like SV, and his band was in NYC for the week, so I took him to see the show and meet his doppelganger. They totally hit it off and there's even been talk of roping him in for a music video, which would be awesome.

Arrived in Boston around 12:15, got to Boxa's apartment as soon as she did (she was coming back from work, poor thing)and then met up with Lyon and Christine for lunch in Harvard Square. After salads from Border Cafe, we headed down to the river, where I met up with SP and CT at the Reunion Village. We arranged for some pre-gaming at CT's google apartment and bought some bubbles and beer and then hung out there until about 8:30. Headed over to another "pregaming" party where we played hellhole and drank too much too quickly. After hellhole we headed to Phoenix Landing. I was initially skeptical that this bar would be any fun, but once we were up on the benches, dancing our faces off, I didn't really care anymore. At some point a very tall, attractive guy came up to us and then he and I started somehow dancing together (even though he was on the floor), dancing led to making out (even though I was still on the bench) and eventually I hopped off for another hour or so of a very vigorous, intense dance floor make-out session. He had been a rower (had forgotten what its like to hook up with someone with a rower's body) and possibly went to Lehigh? Unclear. At one point he left, I found him at the bar closing his tab, he said he lived a block away and we decided to leave together. Once we got outside he asked me where I lived and I said New York. He laughed and asked where I was staying tonight and I said "in my friend's studio with 4 other people." Apparently he didn't live a block away. He lives in California and was also staying with friends. So I had my second ill-advised outdoor hookup in as many weeks while we tried to navigate what to do next. People from the bar came up to us to congratulate us, we discussed finding a hotel, it was all a bit of a blur. When I called him out for lying about studying Jane Austen (in addition to Theology and Philosophy) I tried to trick him, but the best I could come up with was "Where does Darcy live?" His response: "Pemberley, obviously." So not only was he hot, he also had retained some information from Pride and Prejudice. Jackpot. Or so I thought. After a little more street making out, I suggested that he call his friend (I don't know what I thought this would accomplish), and in the meantime I was going to add a layer to my outfit (had been dancing most of the night with a flannel shirt tied around my waist, a la 1996), he called his friend, walked down the street and didn't come back. I waited 5ish minutes, tried to follow where I thought he had gone, couldn't see him and then left. All of a sudden I realized it was 2:45 and I was in the middle of Cambridge with no way to get home. Cabs didn't appear to be stopping, so I just walked along Mass Ave. And then I hit the river, crossed the bridge and walked down Beacon Street (FC, I almost rang your parents' doorbell, but I figured I was mostly home), to Charles Street and eventually to Boxa's apartment.

The next morning we had a delicious brunch at Harvard Gardens before heading to the river and catching up with all sorts of people. Colleen's boat won! Last night was dinner with my parents, Boxa, Jeanette and CT in the North End followed by the annual party at Ned Divine's. Ran into some Dartmouth heavyweights (briefly made out with one, apparently if you put me near tall rowers I cannot help it), lied to a guy about being a Pulitzer-winning playwright (if you build it they will come) and then we had to tend to Jeanette who had lost her fleece/car keys. Became a rather stressful night, but my future husband, Boxa's little brother, saved the day.

Took the 8:30 bus to New York this morning and have been lazing around for the past three hours. Watched Pan Am, ate a cupcake, made some tea. Am about to get a mani-pedi before birthday drinks and Musical Monday. And then I return to my life of rehearsal rooms and actors.