Number 4: Attend a live taping of Wait Wait…Don’t Tell Me!

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I have more laugh out loud moments while listening to Wait Wait than I do watching any show on TV (possible exception: Big Bang Theory), so I’ve been thinking that it would be fun to visit Chicago sometime when we’re already in that neck of the woods visiting Pete’s family. Because we’re planning a trip out there in June, I went to the Wait Wait ticket site and it turned out that they were going to be in Boston…and tickets were going on sale a few days later. I put it on my calendar, recruited friends to go with me, and then stalked the ticketing page for days until I was able to snag four seats. And then I waited approximately forever for April 12th to get here.

You guys! This was so fun that it makes me want to move to Chicago so I can go every week. You should make it a point to a) listen to the show as often as possible, and b) attend a live taping. There is so much that is edited out of the show that is equally hilarious. After two hours of watching them tape, my cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much. It was so awesome.

For all my DC Metro family and friends, they’ll be taping in Bethesda on Thursday, June 7th. Go here and read about tickets, and then be sure to buy some and go!

Nerd Fest 2012

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I know a lot of gamer-geeks, so when Penny Arcade Expo comes to Boston I hear a lot about it. I’m fascinated by nerd culture, am friends with a handful of folks that work in the industry, and know more than the average non-nerd about things like live action role playing, 8 bit music, and nerdcore. This means that I’m super interested in going to PAX to observe, but not super interested in paying to do it. I emailed Norm (above) earlier in the week to let him know that if someone had a three day pass but didn’t want to go all three days, or was going to leave early one day and I could borrow their pass for the afternoon, I would love to do so. I woke up this morning to a text from Norm asking if I really wanted to go and if I was willing to check out the board games with him, and of course I said yes, and then got overly excited.

I picked the wrong day to go (well,  I didn’t really pick. There was a problem with my approach) because it turns out that there were at least five different panels on Friday and Saturday that I would have loved to see. I would have loved to see the concert on Saturday night, and there were a few other events going on Friday and Saturday that I thought looked really cool…and on Sunday there was next to nothing on the schedule that excited me – just a panel that I was only half-interested in, but a friend was speaking on. Also: not nearly as many folks in costume show up on Sunday. Bummer!

Norm and I walked the expo floor and checked the lines for a few things he hadn’t seen yet (they were all longer than he wanted to wait in), entered a raffle to try to win him fancy computery things, and filled out a few surveys to get free t-shirts (I gave mine to Pete – except the one I got that says “may contain awesome” on the front, that one I kept). We checked out the board game demos and taught ourselves how to play one game, which Norm ended up buying (and I even liked, despite the intimidating and über-nerdy character cards involved).

In the end, I realized that next year I really should cough up the money for the three day pass and then spend most of my time at the panels and events, while making sure to work my way through the expo floor at least once in order to update Pete’s collection of free t-shirts.

Number 3: Visit the Harvard Museum of Natural History

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This has long been on my list of things to do, especially as I hear over and over again about the glass flowers exhibit (see below). Perhaps the most appealing part of this “To Do” was that I knew I would be able to do it for a discount, if not free, since I wasn’t 100% sure I was going to love it but was starting to feel like I had to go already.

FYI: the HMNH participates in the Bank of America Museums on Us program – which means free admission to the museum during the first full weekend of the month when you show them your Bank of America debit or credit card – and also gives a small discount on admission if you show them your plastic Charlie Card. They have free admission for Massachusetts residents on Sundays between 9am and noon, as well as Wednesdays from 3-5pm between September and May. See what I’m saying? You should never pay full price to get into this museum.

Harvard Museum of Natural History 4Now that I’ve filled you in on my miserly ways, let’s talk about the actual museum! I went straight to the glass flowers….partly because they were the main objective of my visit, and partly because they’re immediately in front of you when you walk up the stairs to the floor the exhibits are on. The room is darkened in order to help preserve the flowers, and there were at least two docents walking around and answering questions. They offered up a magnifying glass that had a little built in flashlight to some visitors, as well. I’m pretty sure this exhibit is better if you get your hands on one of those magnifying glasses. I was immediately struck by the realization that while I knew this was a museum about nature and not art, I was totally expecting something very artistic, and that is NOT what this is (duh). It’s very cool – it’s amazing workmanship and I’m pretty sure that if you are interested in gardening or flowers you could easily spend a lot of time in this exhibit. I, however, am interested in neither gardening or flowers, and so I wandered the aisles amazed that these things I was looking at weren’t real, but rather were made of glass. It’s honestly unbelievable, you look in the display cases and think you’re looking at a somehow perfectly preserved live specimen. I really wish they had more information on the actual making of the glass flowers, but I get how that’s not really the point so I should just shut up and move on. ;) The flowers are organized alphabetically by their Latin names (pretty sure there’s a scientific term for that and I don’t know what it is) and I would have loved to see them organized in a way that’s more approachable to the general public – by native region maybe? I think that would be much cooler.

I moved from the glass flowers into the mineral hall, which was a mistake. Minerals are pretty and cool to look at, but I felt like there wasn’t really much in the way of education going on in there. I found plenty of pretty and/or cool things to look at, I just had no idea what they were most of the time. After the mineral hall is an exhibit on climate change, and then you turn a corner to the Peabody Museum…which is separate but not? It is all archeology/anthropology I believe, and I decided to skip it this time around.

Harvard Museum of Natural History 1Here’s what I should have done from the start: turn left at the top of the stairs. This is where all the stuff you expect from the museum of nature-y things are: fossils, specimen in jars, taxidermy animals, skeletons! And it’s the best part, in my opinion (also sometimes the freakiest part, as there were at least three occasions where I turned around from something interesting and innocent and was faced with live snakes, taxidermy snakes, or snakes in a jar…and of course I freaked out and walked away as quickly as I could without looking like a freak). I thought the exhibit on color in nature was super interesting (see natural variations within a species exemplified by the shells in the big photo above). 

The whole time I was at the museum I was thinking about if I would go back, or under what circumstances I would go back. In the end, I realized that I was mostly disappointed in the flowers and the minerals because they had little in the way of actual education worked in with the exhibit – they were there to look at, almost more of a “look at us! We’re Harvard and we have the most extensive collection or meteorites/minerals/glass flowers in the world!” and geared towards people who will walk into those exhibits and know exactly what they’re looking at. The rest of the museum seemed to be a much better mix of education/straight up display, and those were the parts I liked – the climate change exhibit, the evolution exhibit, the color exhibit. The rooms of taxidermy animals and skeletons were also cool, even though they were also missing the addition of any significant educational tools.

Do I just expect too much? Should I just be going to museums and looking without expecting much in the way of education? Maybe I just don’t get how museums are supposed to work.

Number 8: Get a burger at Mr. Bartley’s

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…and be disappointed.

Mr. Bartley’s Burger Cottage in Harvard Square is widely known as “the best burger in Boston”, probably due to the abundance of acclaim in both local (Boston Globe, Improper Bostonian, etc…) and national (Esquire, New York Times, Gourmet) press. I made the mistake of reading a number of reviews on Yelp, where Bartley’s has only a 3.5 star rating, and I may have been biased from reading them before I visited.

The place is packed, all of the time. They are also closed on Sundays (and often on holidays as well) and for a few weeks at a time for vacations, which used to be posted on their website but don’t appear to be anymore. These two things are the sole reason that I haven’t had a burger here before – it wasn’t for lack of trying. In the past I’ve either rocked up on President’s/Columbus/some holiday Day and learned that they were closed, or the line has been halfway down the block and I was too hungry to wait. This time I learned the key to avoiding the line: eat alone (or in my case, in the company of the very funny Mindy Kalig, via Kindle). Eating alone (and possibly in a pair) means you can sit at the four person bar, and the seats there turnover much faster than the tables. They are just as crowded as the tables, though, so don’t think that this approach will earn you any more personal space while you eat.

It turns out that the appeal of this place is the variety on the menu, not the quality of the food. There are dozens of topping combinations available, with amusing names and tag lines for each, although who knows why those toppings earned that name. I got the Joe Kennedy III – topped with grilled mushroom and cheddar cheese. The grilled mushrooms were charred, which pretty much ruined the entire burger (which was a true medium, but tasted charred because of the mushrooms). The fries are reminiscent of the fries that BK put out in the lat 90’s – remember when they were all “our new crispier fries!” and it wasn’t really that the fries were fried crispier, they just had some weird coating on them that made the exterior crispy while the inside of the fry was just as mushy? That’s what these fries were like. The bun was nothing special.

I guess what I’m saying is that it’s not worth it to stand in line here. You’re better off walking the two and a half blocks to Flat Patties if you find yourself in Harvard Square and wanting a burger…even if there isn’t a line at Mr. Bartley’s.

Is it weird that I was sad to have been so disappointed?

Challenge

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While I was at Club MGH last month, my hematologist wasn’t convinced that I really am responsive to DDAVP – the drug used to help control my bleeding when I have “a bleeding incident” due to my von Willebrands. The result is that I got to spend six hours this morning back at Club MGH (again with a great view!) doing a DDAVP Challenge. This is how it works:

8am: show up at Pediatric Infusion Office, confused about why I’m being sent to Pediatrics. (I may act five years old, but I’m not.) Realize that the scheduler in my hemo’s office sent me to the wrong place, go down the hall to the Big People Infusion Office and check in.
9am: Nurse shows me to my chair, home for the next half day, and comments on what a great view I have.
9:15am: Lots and lots of blood is drawn. Some to establish baselines for the DDAVP challenge, some to test (for the second time) that I really do have Type 2B vWD, because when they ran the test the first time my proteins were doing crazy things that could mean I don’t have vWD but instead have some other very very rare blood disorder.
9:25(ish)am: Nurse starts the drip of DDAVP, then leaves to hand deliver all the blood she stole from me to the lab.
9:30am: Face is on fire. I can feel my pulse pounding as if it’s out of control. My lips and mouth are super tingly. I’m seeing lots of stars. This is 100% normal for a DDAVP drip, but knowing that and having been through it before doesn’t make it feel any less bizarre.
9:46am: DDAVP drip is complete. T-minus one hour until next blood draw!
10:46am: Time for the next blood draw to see if the DDAVP is doing anything. Much reading has been done, as has much lamenting of the fact that I didn’t know I would have a personal TV and DVD player, so I should have gone to Red Box. The lamenting is exaggerated by the fact that the woman across from me has a friend with her, who was smart and brought The Hangover II, so I have to listen to them breaking into hysterics every two minutes.
11:45(ish)am: The super sweet and awesome volunteers come around with lunch. Turkey sandwich, fruit cup, and water. Not the tastiest lunch ever, but I didn’t even expect to be fed, so I was pretty happy. Reading is getting old, so it’s time to take advantage of this personal TV.
12:00pm: You know what stinks? Day time TV. Even when you have cable channels available to you.
1:46pm: Final blood draw! Woohooo! This one tells them if the DDAVP has moved out of my system too quickly, I think. Lucky for me, all of my blood draws today were through the extra fancy IV, so I get to leave with only one hole and not a single “Oops! I missed the vein!” bruise.
2:00pm: Adios, Club MGH! Time for a (chilly, but sunny) walk down Charles Street on my way home.

My nurse was awesome! She knew more about vWD than some medical professionals I’ve dealt with in the past (*cough*DrEricfromtheERinBaltimore*cough*), and had administered DDAVP challenges before so was super sweet, making sure I knew about and felt okay when I started feeling flush and tingly. The volunteers that came around with snacks and lunch were also awesome, as was the random gentleman that was there with his wife while she was getting an infusion, who would check with me to see if I wanted anything every time he passed by to get his wife a snack or drink. (I know he has no affiliation with the hospital, but he made me smile so I thought I should mention him, too.)

I can’t say enough how great everyone I’ve dealt with at MGH in the last few months has been. I feel like you go into any kind of hospital visit or extended dealing with the hospital and expect it to be a complete mess, but even with the few hiccups I’ve had since I was admitted in February, it’s been super easy and almost pleasant to go to all of the appointments I’ve had!