In my efforts to do fun things at minimal cost, I decided it would be fun to head over to the Dragon Boat Festival yesterday. I knew it was on the Charles River, but what I failed to check was exactly where on the Charles this event was taking place. I figured I'd just get off at the Charles MGH stop and walk. It couldn't be that far down right? Wrong. So very, very wrong. I walked and walked and walked, in 90+ degrees and there was no dragon boat festival in sight. By the time I made it to the Fenway area I couldn't go any further. I was kicking myself hard for not actually reading the directions in the first place. I admitted defeat and walked over to Kenmore square and rode the trains all the way back to Quincy center.
On the ride back I remembered that I wanted to go to the library so the day wasn't an entire waste... yet. I wanted to find a good book about cooking. Well don't you know, libraries don't carry books newer than 1986 and so, I found nothing. I did pick up a book about a restaurant though, this is a story, not an instruction manual. And then I paid the $10.40 I had accrued in late fees. Yes I know, late fees are like .05 a day... I'm terrible at returning books to the library. That's 20 feet away from my apartment.
So then I walked home and sat on the couch for the rest of the afternoon underneath the ceiling fan and watched a Workout marathon. That show really reminds me that I haven't been to the gym in awhile. Did some laundry, ate yet another bowl of pasta salad, and went to bed. And now it's Monday again. How did that happen?