Mestee Blogger

Last night, I went to the newly-expanded Diesel Cafe in Davis Square. I was joined by a friend of mine that I met in London, who now lives in Newton. She once famously decided to tape pictures of our friends from London to the end of chopsticks, creating make-shift puppets. I will tell you now that few things are funnier than re-creating real life events with chopstick puppets.

After I ordered my Java Slide (potentially the most delicious mix of espresso and ice cream that I could have ever imagined to be possible), we got to talking about the catch-22 of needing previously published work in order get your writing published, and she suggested that I start writing a blog so I could get clips from there. I only had a split second to decide whether or not I wanted her to start reading MesteeBlogger, or remember whether I had written anything about her or any of our mutual friends. She began explaining the ins and outs of blogging, and with that, my moment had passed. It would have been a bit odd for me to follow up her comments with "By the way, my blog just had its one year anniversary." My window of opportunity is gone for good.

I drove her home to Newton, venturing onto the Mass Pike and out of my safety zone, which consists of routes 93 and 95. Of course, on the way back, the exit for 93 was closed. This meant I had to follow a detour through the city. I was just hoping I didn't get lost, since it was almost midnight by that point, and I didn't feel like driving around aimlessly during the wee hours of the morning. I got off the exit and began following the signs for the detour, which led me to bumper-to-bumper traffic. Then, I made an astounding realization: I knew a shortcut to 93 that would be faster than this. This was a true breakthrough in my driving career. Normally, I'm hopelessly devoid of any sense of direction -- it is a guilty pleasure of mine to find people with a worse sense of direction than me, like one of the women I worked with at RKM Research, who was unsure whether Portsmouth was north or south of Boston -- but this time I managed to find my way out of the city while simultaneously avoiding traffic and not making any wrong turns. Pathetic, I know, but I need to take one step at a time.

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