Entertained some out of town guests yesterday, and they suggested visiting at least three major historical sites that I hadn't seen before. And I've lived in Boston twice. For more than three years. I guess it's true that you never do the tourist stuff in your own town, though maybe you should. Also, tourism is contagious, because I found myself taking pictures and gawking up at tall buildings.

In further weirdness, I'm going clubbing tonight. I hate clubs in Boston, because I'm always the oldest woman there, and the only one not dressed for picking up boys. This time, I get to have an illusion of hipness, because Rick and I are friends with one of tonight's DJs and he put us on the guest list. I'm not sure what this means, but I think I get to pay less and skip the queue. I am just not the type to be on the guest list of a pretentious nightclub full of 22-year-olds, so I could not be more amused.