Considering there was about a month between the last two postings, a fair amount happened. In some ways the problem was it was all kind of happening at the same time and interfering with the updates. Between trying to wrap up the school year, short trips, visiting peoples, holiday celebrations, wedding preparations, and, of course, the World Cup, it seems like there has been nary a moment to craft any witty, or not so witty, postings.
One of the cooler things that happened in this time was that my brother David made his first trip to Boston. As part of a sales related job that he will be endeavoring to do over the summer, he arrived and spent most of the time in Quincy hotel for a couple of days, but made sure that he stuck around on the weekend so we could get together. Of course, all it did was rain! It seems like that has been the curse for anyone visiting us, buckets and buckets of rain. Still, we were able to run up the North Shore and show him some of the regular sites, despite the weather and limited time. It was a pretty nice time all things considered.
Also during the last month, I made a return trip to perhaps my all-time favorite local event, the Scooper Bowl. Fortunately, I went on the best day of the run. The weather broke for a day or so and it was nothing but blue skies, sun, and dairy deliciousness. I hopped the train and raced downtown for all the ice cream I could inhale. As expected, it was absolutely fantastic! With a new personal best, I knocked down seventeen scoops in the span of a about a half an hour, an impressive increase over last year. This achievement filled me with a new found pride and exuberance. Yet, I have to mention that I felt like anything after a baker’s dozen was consumed by sheer force of will. This fact left me even more devastated when I was informed that Ali and her co-worker, Marlena, took this feat as a kind of throwing down the gauntlet. Thus, they ventured to Government Center, site of the event, during a springtime noreaster, to eclipse my newly established record. First, Ali reached for and consumed an impressive twenty scoops, only to be outdone by Marlena, who bested everyone by racking up a stack of twenty-one cups filled with all the cool creamy goodness that the vendor creameries could provide. In a word, impressive!
So, my tenure as ice cream champ was brief, but there is always next year. Plus, with an arch-nemesis, namely Marlena, I am confident I will be prepared for the challenge.