An added bonus to the trip was that Michael and I spent Friday afternoon and early evening around Venice Beach, grabbing sushi before he dropped me off at LAX. It was bizarre, though, because I went from this:
To something more like this:
Both places definitely have their charm! It was especially nice to step out of the airport in Boston and reach for my fleece. The air had a chilly bite to it, and it totally felt like fall, even though the leaves had yet to change. It was nice to have that sense of being in the Northeast and reminded me of the years that I spent in Philly.
I flew on Virgin America, my first experience with that "hip" airline, and I would definitely pay more to fly the friendly skies with Virgin America again. The seats were small, but pretty much everything else about the flight was pretty damn awesome.
As for the 24 hours in Boston - it seemed crazy when I bought the ticket, but this is a friend from college whom I've known for going on 20 years (Yikes! That sounds like a lot of years!). I did not see much of Boston, except for the Jamaica Plain neighborhood, but I took a nice long walk through a pretty cool cemetery.
As for the party on Saturday night, it was low-key in all the best ways - people from different parts of her life, eating pizza at a great place called Bella Luna and talking about anything and everything - Lisa, kids, dogs, work, school, travel, racism, politics, aging...
After talking until late into the evening, I crashed and then woke up a very few hours later, brushed my teeth and headed back to the airport. Just a few hours later, I stepped out into the sunny, breezy Los Angeles air. It was a nice welcome back - and it sort of seemed that I'd never even left!