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, here, and 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.
-yeh!
