Saturday, August 8, 2009

Lexington Dayz.

These past two days have been filled with fun and adventure that have to do with the town of Lexington, which those of you who don't live near me might remember as one of the historic sites of the Revolutionary War. Everyone else, you probably know it as that town with a block of restaurants and hair salons. Oh, and a farmer's market every Tuesday (which everyone within distance should go to). And Wilson's Farms. Ah Lexington, how I love you.

Anyway. I dragged my brother Zaven on this wacky trip I had envisioned as a nice slice of local history and a fun way to get some fresh air--we'd hike the Minute Man Trail (or whatever the hell it's actually called). It's five and a half miles from Lincoln (close enough to Lexington) to Concord, and it's supposed to be a very nice walk.

So we set off from the Visitor's Center, where we entertained ourselves for a while by looking at all of the expensive crap they sell at the gift shop. (Anyone want a $10 cowboy hat? I think it was supposed to be a ranger's hat but that was a Fail. I was also particularly taken with the tri-cornered hat keychains, and Zaven enjoyed the musket-shot cases, you know, the ones that look like horns.) We forgot a map, and I wondered aloud if we should go back and get one, but no, we had gone too far (probably about 500 yards). We quite enjoyed the wooded part of the journey, and then we quickly came upon a main road, which led over a highway. Zaven of course was thrilled with walking over a highway, but I digress.

For the next couple of miles we walked through boring residential Lexington, stopped every now and then by a tourist family biking to Lexington Center who asked us where to go (we had just about as good an idea as them). Eventually we saw the spire for the church in Lexington Center, and headed in that direction (after watching the hapless family go down the wrong street--they were too far ahead to warn them). Of course, I'm in a historical mood and so I insist we go to all of the touristy places we usually completely ignore, like the closet-sized Tavern and the Visitor's Center. It was at the latter where I decided to ask for a map.

Oh cruel irony. As some of you may already have gleaned, I discovered with chagrin that we had gone the COMPLETE OPPOSITE WAY of the Minute Man Trail. No wonder there were no interesting signs ("This soldier died on this spot at this time.") like Zaven was hoping for. No wonder we were stuck walking through boring suburbia.

And we still had to walk back.

Luckily, the walk back seemed much faster, probably because Zav started random sing-alongs with the Smashmouth song "All Star" and "I Don't Need Anything But You" from the musical Annie (in which he had recently played Rooster). At least we know which way to go next time. Oh yes, there will be a next time.

Today I went to Lexington Center again, but this time I drove. And it was much more pleasant.

I met three of my friends in front of a not-so-fancy Italian restaurant called Mario's, where we had a tasty dinner and a grumpy waitress. I also found a hair in my salad, but that's neither here nor there. After we had a fairly mediocre yet filling meal, we went to Peet's Tea and Coffee, where Eric and I discovered the delicious Jasmine Lime Green Tea Breezer (if you ever go to one of these you NEED to try it, it was amazing). And to cap it off, we sat on a bench and listened to a teenage boy playing Celtic music on a fiddle, which was awesome. I like to imagine that he was a runaway who left home with nothing but a backpack and his violin, living off his music and the kindness of strangers. Or not. Whatever. It was still fun. I missed the ice cream though, because I had to get home to work on BSG. Hooray.

What an exciting past two days I've had. I'm sure you were just as excited to read about them as I was to experience them and then relive it all on this delightful blog that I fail to update regularly.

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