Day 2 (I skipped Day 1)

Because Day 1 without Will went something like Wake up, go to work, be at work, come home, fall asleep on couch during Law & Order SVU. So I've moved onto day 2 without Will here as he has gone to live it up in the Vegas with his brothers for a bachelor party. So it took a bit of psyching myself up for, but I actually took the bus system by myself today. I went into Harvard Square to shop for yarn and $90 dollars and only 3 balls of yarn to show for it, I headed over to a shoe store where I hooked myself up with a pair of pink wellies and some Mary Jane style chucks (which have given my blisters already) but whatever. It was then onto the Boston Tea Stop where I happily handed over a few breen backs for 4 bubble tea beverages and then luck was on my side. I got back to the bus stop and my bus was there idling. This would never happen normally, It's more like you end up waiting longer for the bus than the actual bus ride. I get home and think, the day is not done yet, it's sunny and in the 70's, so I put Akira the dog on his leash and head over to the dog friendly video store, where I picked up plenty of scary movies for the evening and Akira the dog got a crunchy treat from the store manager. I've had a nice independent day without William, but I am bored and haven't had a proper diner since he left. He better come home soon so he can make me a sandwich!

Okay, so I said that I would comment on the weirdness and hypocrisies of Hingham at lunch time. And I went out everyday to find them, but it was fruitless.

But today, I went out to Panera to partake in their new pea and asparagus soup and frosty green tea beverage. Since Mass. finally got out of the 40's and into the 70's overnight, I thought I would treat myself to icy goodness. But the straw... my god the straw the man chose for me is purple. He looked up at me and said "you look like a purple." I HATE purple, I hate every shade of purple, anyone who knows me knows that. I dispise dealing with anything purple. It compliments the green colour of the drink... but still, my beverage enjoyment is tainted, it's like... it's like he sneezed on my food before giving it to me. I didn't say anything when he handed my contaminated drink over to me because I thought it was sweet that someone put even a modicum of thought into what colour to choose to suit me... but PURPLE? Geez.