just a few more shots from my little trip to the berkshires. this instagram thing has really got me hooked. i'm pretty sure it's my new favorite social network because it's the one with the least kvetching and the prettiest, happiest, most creative energy.


i could wake up to that every morning // a new fave // spotted near the mailbox

rob strums // about to sound paint // tema + a boy! 

in a little mountain town // being savvy picnic people // so many other picnic people

painting sound painting sound // the secret path to the magical grounds // mandolin!  



a summer is not a real summer without a trip to the berkshires. a trip to the berkshires is not a real trip to the berkshires without eating a loebwich. so actually this was a fake trip to the berkshires because i lost track of time eating salad and schmoozing with my homies and never got to loeb's before it closed so i cursed a bunch and tweeted the f word about it but hey, it's just a sandwich. (it's actually not just a sandwich, it's a window to the best memories of my youth, but let's not get carried away.)

but! there are many many reasons why this was one fabulous little trip to the berkshires (read past berkshire posts here, here, hereand LOL here.)

-i met the mass moca! what a wonderful museum in a beautiful setting. i normally get tired and crabby pants after big museum visits, but after seeing the wildly awesome exhibits and hearing the bang on a can group sound paint, i felt ready to conquer the universe and build something like it out on the farm. 

-the bso played the verdi requiem and it was hot. we had a fattttty picnic complete with levain cookies and two buck chuck and then we fan-girled about our kyle looking and sounding like a badass whacking two bass drums at once. 

-there were so many awesome humans!  it is always a joy to visit with my friends at tanglewood, but this year it seemed like there were even more good friends than usual. i saw friends i haven't seen in yeeeeears and friends i've known since before i was born! yayayayayyy. such happy times and a record amount of hugs.

i am so loving what has turned into an annual little trip to these parts. among the trees and the mountains and the quaint bed and breakfasts in big victorian homes, there has got to be some magic piped into the air. magic and history and steeples and sunshine.




this weekend we became amplified versions of our twelve-year-old selves as we ate grilled cheese and tomato soup and bopped along to ben folds. in between the non existent reveille and an infinite curfew we learned krav maga and did flips on the trapeze. we even performed a flashmob. soccer games, volleyball games, drinking games... and let's not forget those killer sweet dance moves and the s'mores competitions that you won every time. if this is what grown ups do, who needs a childhood? 


all sealed up in my most favorite jar of memories are my tanglewood summers. summers that i spent admiring everyone around me, performing concerts that brought me to tears, running round barefoot in the berkshires, and spending all of my money eating at every single restaurant in little lenox. everything was new, caution wasn't totally in my vocabulary yet. time and again, wherever i go, i find myself trying to recreate the excitement and magic of those summers. 

slowly i'm learning that i'm not going to. not in that way. and that's exactly why those memories are so special.

{when i need it, i put on the adagietto and let the breath become sucked out of me as i watch teenage versions of craig, nathan, chris, and me dance in slow motion through the field by ozawa hall. that's about as close as i get.}


my past few days were spent in the berkshires, grabbing little bits out of my jar, and being so pathetically and wonderfully nostalgic. 

i ate a loebwich, my 2007 usual, the "leslie b no sprouts." i finished it with a raspberry jam cookie, the barely baked kind that i've only ever found at loeb's.

i drank a red bull because it was my beverage of choice in 2006, when whiskey was what the higher-ups would have called a grey box violation.

talked a lot of shop. shot the shit. received goosebumps in a percussion ensemble concert.

had a slice of betty's, a berkshire bagel, a bite of soco, and a dip in the stockbridge bowl.

fell prey to hundreds of mosquitos and embraced the inability for t-mobile to work properly anywhere in the vicinity.

i didn't want to leave, no way, i wanted to stay and continue the plunge into that mountain high that makes me so happy. 

alas, i've got a berlin-bound plane to catch.