Boston Still Stands, Cambridge Reels

Yesterday I promised to tell you today about Saturday. I'll pause while those of you who either haven't had your morning coffee or have endured a far too long day pause to consider the previous sentence.

Saturday morning I enjoyed a lazy morning with my cousin and her son. In addition to being the very coolest cousin around she was also very generous about me gallivanting around without her for a day. She had a few patients to see in the afternoon so she agree to drop me at a train station where I was at long last able to meet up with the blogger responsible for dragging yours truly into the blogosphere, the ever lovely Snavy.


Yes, once upon a time there was a magical land known as Yahoo Trivia. Geeks and nerds from all around the globe would gather to test one another in knowledge of obscure facts. It was here that Lime and Snavy first met and became pals. The Land of Trivia was being invaded by trolls and spambots and several disgruntled trivvers began blogging, Snavy among them. One day she and Lime were commiserating over various domestic drudgeries and Snavy suggested she and Lime do a humor blog on that very topic together. Little did Lime know, as she quipped back and forth, that Snavy was setting up the blog as they chatted. Thus Insane Asylime was opened. A mere month later, due to acute blogging addiction, House of Lime came to be. So there you have it. If anyone finds this space a complete waste of time, it's all Snavy's fault. She very wisely deleted her blog recently so as to avoid the onslaught of complaints sure to follow her now that I have revealed her guilt. But I digress...back to Saturday.

After we met up at the train station we rode into Cambridge and decided to wander around. We found a souvenir shop where I could dump some money into t-shirts to take back to my brood. We also found some bumper stickers. We are far too easily amused and spent a fair amount of time horsing around as we looked through them all.






After scaring away more legitimate customers we left and wandered a bit more. Apparently Snavy and I both share a certain morbidity because we went searching for then gleefully tromping through a Colonial graveyard checking out all the headstones. After pestering the dead we felt a bit peckish and wandered off to find food. We found Mr. Bartley's Burgers.




It had a long line out the door but we decided to wait anyway. All the burgers are named after politicians, sports figures, or other pop culture references. Since they had menus outside we got to put our order in while waiting in line and they called us in when a table and our food was ready. Pretty efficient.

The food was reasonably priced, yummy, and filling. The frappe alone was a meal. Once inside you see what a hole in the wall it is, but that's part of the charm and personality. Of course it also has to be the only place on the planet where you would overhear someone shouting, "I need a Viagra!" or asking, "Can you get your mouth around that thing?" all while watching one blogger eat Mitt Romney and another eat Nancy Pelosi...and it's all completely innocent.

*Eating Nancy Pelosi (horrifying thought, good sandwich, great name for a rock band)

After giggling through the meal like a couple of Junior High students and cracking any number of off color jokes we decided perhaps it was time we attempt to raise our intellectual status. And so it came to pass that Snavy and Lime went to Harvard. We were hoping perhaps to experience intelligence by osmosis. I am sorry to say, in my case at least, the experiment was a failure. I will be presenting evidence of such tomorrow. During our stroll through the campus we overheard one shapely blonde co-ed with a baseball mitt say to a couple of more studly types, "I'll go long." The studs retorted that one only goes long in football, not in baseball. All I have to say is, I don't even like sports and I know that much. I think that level of knowledge ought to be a prerequisite for admission to Harvard. Sheesh!

So after a terrific afternoon with the fabulous Snavy it was time to part. She left me at the train station and rode off in her minivan with a full belly, a Harvard infused brain, and tie dyed feet. Thanks, Snavy. I had a blast!