The Bored Vegetarian

The RoundHouse in Colrain, MA 
There comes a time in every girl’s life that she must witness one of her dearest friends, with whom she once frequently ate Trader Joe’s black bean soup paired with Vino Verde before late night dance sessions at Great Scott in Allston, MA, get married on an island in the Puget Sound. That time is less than three weeks away!
To celebrate my friend Laura’s upcoming nuptials, I joined a group of awesome ladies in the woods of Massachusetts in one of the oddest, most delightful of places, The RoundHouse . Though I took many photographs, there was no real way to capture the hidden treasures that we found in every inch of the house: A closet full of costumes; themed sleeping cubbies with dream journals; a hidden tunnel; locked doors with mysteries behind them; a kitchen cabinet full of different cheese graters. The curiosities were endless and kept us up late into the night, learning how to ride the unicycle and play the xylophone. It was three days of making a raucous for no reason and celebrating Laura’s last big hoorah before married life.
But outside of the uninhibited goofiness, it was the view, from high above the Connecticut River that really did it for me. Away from the constant grind of this city I live in, I found peace and quiet and it was wonderful. View high resolution

The RoundHouse in Colrain, MA 

There comes a time in every girl’s life that she must witness one of her dearest friends, with whom she once frequently ate Trader Joe’s black bean soup paired with Vino Verde before late night dance sessions at Great Scott in Allston, MA, get married on an island in the Puget Sound. That time is less than three weeks away!

To celebrate my friend Laura’s upcoming nuptials, I joined a group of awesome ladies in the woods of Massachusetts in one of the oddest, most delightful of places, The RoundHouse . Though I took many photographs, there was no real way to capture the hidden treasures that we found in every inch of the house: A closet full of costumes; themed sleeping cubbies with dream journals; a hidden tunnel; locked doors with mysteries behind them; a kitchen cabinet full of different cheese graters. The curiosities were endless and kept us up late into the night, learning how to ride the unicycle and play the xylophone. It was three days of making a raucous for no reason and celebrating Laura’s last big hoorah before married life.

But outside of the uninhibited goofiness, it was the view, from high above the Connecticut River that really did it for me. Away from the constant grind of this city I live in, I found peace and quiet and it was wonderful.

Last weekend, Chris and I drove up to the Hudson Valley for a few days of fresh air, castles and art.  

I only get back to Washington about once a year to see my family and friends there.  It’s always a jam-packed visit and this trip was no different, especially with my insistence on visiting La Push on the coast.  We spent a week at La Push every summer growing up and they’re some of my favorite childhood memories.  We spent the majority of our trips back then looking for forgotten fireworks and building forts out of the piles of driftwood on the beach.  Grandpa Jack would take us out fishing in his boat during the afternoons and we’d spend the evenings by the fire roasting marshmallows.  

Though I hadn’t been back in 17 years, not a lot has changed.  The cabins are a bit nicer and without the graffitied loft ceilings and ember singed carpets, but the scent of moisture soaked, slightly rotting logs is the same.  The rocky paths are are the same, and I still know the best places to find the star fish and sea anemones.  I’m not sure there’s anywhere quite like it for me.  

Over the weekend, my friend Whitney and I took the 7 train to Flushing Meadows Corona Park in Queens to explore the structures left behind from the 1964-1965 World’s Fair.  The Unisphere is still in good shape, but the observatory towers and pavilion are rusting away and being taken over by stray cats.

I was under the impression that the World’s fair expositions ceased to exist after a certain point, but apparently they still happen:  The next one’s in Milan in 2015. 

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