A dolce kind of day

So I went to Starbucks today and ordered a cinnamon dulce late because it's rainy and it's Tuesday and I felt like it, and the Starbucks guy said, "you look like a dulce kind of girl." Not knowing exactly what that meant, I took it as a compliment, and then, being the literal person that I am, proceeded to contemplate what about me is similar to a cinnamon dulce late. I won't bore you with those thoughts, though. You can ponder the topic yourself if you wish.

Thanks to MLK and civil rights, we had a 3 day weekend. Valerie Strattan decided to celebrate the weekend by joining me in Boston. Any time I'm around Valerie, I revert to my true, ridiculous nature. It was fantastic. We went whale watching at a beach in Dorchester, hung out with some friends from church (I'm finally making friends not affiliated with BTA), spent some time doing touristy things downtown (including eating Boston cream pie in Quincy Market), and slept in late every day.