(And if you didn't, where in the world have you been??)
This past weekend, he managed to catapult himself into all new heights of awesomeness. He had a sneaky plan that was so perfectly executed. It was beautiful. It was cunning. It was brilliant. It was so characteristically David.
It was awesome.
I knew he had some fun plans brewing, and that he was really excited about whatever it was. Even if I had tried to figure out what he was scheming up (which I didn't, since I like surprises), he threw off the scent so meticulously. All I ever managed to get out of him was that I really needed to leave work on time on Friday.
Alright, leave work on time. Check. Now what?
"Well, here are some envelopes. Open this one first."
Red Sox tickets? Hmm...I didn't think the Nats were playing the Sox this weekend...wait...
Can you guess what was behind envelope #2?
It wasn't a pony. It was tickets to Boston. Departing in one hour. David was going to be there next week for work anyway, so he decided to bring me along for a bit.
"Ooh, I need to pack!"
"I already did. Your suitcase is in the trunk."
"Did you pack my...[fill in]?"
"Yes. And probably anything else you can think of that you may need, and some extras. And your laptop, and the Conference Ensign. And your Sox hat, and your brown shoes, and your black shoes in case you want those instead."
Turns out, David can successfully pack a woman's suitcase. Aren't you impressed?
And so, in a dizzying flurry of spontaneity, I was in Boston. We dined on hot pots, we spent some time at the temple (which we'd been planning to do that weekend anyway, I just somehow thought we'd be at a different temple. For whatever reason.), we moseyed through a coastal fishing town, we cheered for the Sox and belted out all the words to "Sweet Caroline", and we took a stroll along the Charles River. And we even got to squeeze in a visit with Jonathan.
Verdict: I like Boston. It's charming.
Last time I was in Boston, I was 14 and traveling around with a posse of 9th graders. I got a much better feel for what the place is like this second time around. I think every city has a sort of pulse to it - an overall tone or ideal that defines it. If you're paying attention, you can feel it crackling in the air when you're there. If I had to describe the pulse of DC, it might be "networking." David says Boston is some sort of combination between "academia" and "Sox."
In any case, it was a fabulous weekend. Well done, David. You have truly outdone yourself. Again. The only downside was that I had to leave you behind when the weekend was over.