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2003-10-24
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So today we saw Armistead Maupin at the Randolph Country Club...at least it very much looked like him, but did I bother to find out for sure? No. That weird self censor that gives me a hard time speaking in public for fear of saying something inappropriate and stops me from talking too loudly in public places turned itself on with a vengeance. I could barely look over at him.
The man, whoever he was, kept looking over my way. I had a perfect opportunity to potentially meet someone I've admired for a long time...or at least have a funny cocktail story about how we THOUGHT we saw him but it was just some random guy cruising us. But I blew it. I'm still kicking myself, but trying to remember that every experience is a lesson and hoping that next time I won't let my superego rule my life.
In other news, we've had a historical couple of days. Spent yesterday doing the Adams tour and learning some interesting things about our early presidents. I'd taken the tour tour many years ago, but had forgotten what a wonderful place that their library is. If I had the money, I'd be building myself something similar.
Today, pre Maupin sighting, we toured through Lexington's National Heritage Museum. A bit of an extravagant name for a place with just a few exhibits, but it was still worth the trip. I loved the exhibit that juxtaposed original New England products with their contemporary counterparts. Weird to see colonial shoes made in Weymouth next to a pair of Reebok sneakers from Indonesia.Labels: g, linkage, the gay, travel
* posted by me at 6:14 PM
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