My weekend was fun but rather uneventful. Friday afternoon I took advantage of the half-day summer special provided at work (the company I work for does half day Fridays all summer long - one of the very few perks of working in publishing). I met up with my parents and we at lunch at the Wolfgang Puck restaurant in the new ICA. The building is beautiful yet strange. I wish it had been warmer because the outdoor seating is right on the water, but we sat behind some glass and still enjoyed the view. We then went on to the Philip-Lorca DiCorcia exhibit that is there at the moment. It was an interesting photography exhibit which I enjoyed since I just finished up a digital photography class. (I actually bought a tripod tonight which has made me very excited - I love night photos and this will make it that much easier to snap them). I was particularly fascinated by the images of the male prostitutes that DiCorcia captured - they were intriguing and depressing all at the same time. Saturday I spent most of the day reading and doing odd jobs around the apartment. Saturday night I met up with some old friends for dinner in the North End and then went on to drinks in Beacon Hill. It was fun to catch up with these friends - and it was just like old times. I had so much fun just laughing and being silly. It again made me sad that I'm going to have to say goodbye so soon. Sunday I spent the afternoon with my parents and my cousin and his new wife. They were showing us their photos from their recent honeymoon in Africa. The images were amazing - I can't believe how close the animals come when you're on safari (I'm talking lions, zebras, wildabeasts, etc.) I was pretty insanely jealous.
Friday I ran about 3.30, Saturday: 4.25, Sunday: 4.25, today 5.20. My legs felt really tired today, but once I had gone about 2 miles I started to feel good. It was HOT so I ended up running shirtless for a large portion to maximize tanning potential :) But I made sure to put the shirt back on before I reached the street I work on - that could be pretty awkward.
I have so much packing to do, it isn't even funny.