Boston, Like Donna Summer, Feels Love

Boston's City Hall Plaza, lit up for Pride, was the backdrop for the Donna Summer Roller Disco.
Boston’s City Hall Plaza, lit up for Pride, was the backdrop for the Donna Summer Roller Disco.

Last night was the third annual Donna Summer Roller Disco Party, Boston’s start of summer celebration on City Hall Plaza. I missed the first two disco parties. I do not plan to miss one again.

It wasn’t just that it was a fun night—it was heaps and hoards of fun. I danced for hours with a group of friends, spouses/partners. My voice is hoarse this morning from all the singing I did as we danced. Donna Summer’s music was the music of my youth, and I belted out her hits with rest of the crowd.

I think part of me forgot how unbelievably joyful a night of dancing can be. It’s easy to get caught up in the details—and stresses—of everyday life. Sure, I sing and dance around the house, but it’s not communal dancing—the kind you share with people you love and complete strangers. Communal dancing is awesome.

So was last night. Donna Summer’s family was there, performing on stage, dancing in the crowd, and having what appeared to be a wonderful time at this event to honor her memory. City Hall Plaza—normally a bleak wasteland surrounding Boston’s seat of government—had a roller rink, flashing lights, loud music, and a packed crowd (thanks, Mayor Walsh).

There was a memento to sign as well as a moment of silence for the victims of the shooting at Pulse Orlando. But in the end, it was a night to celebrate. City Hall was lit up for Pride, and even the Government Center T stop was flashing rainbow colors.

The crowd consisted of folks of all ages, ethnicities, and of the whole rainbow of the LGBTQA spectrum. Being Boston, we bumped into people we knew in the crowd, but also danced with strangers. It was supposed to rain, but somewhere out there Donna Summer had words with the weather gods and it held off until after the party ended.

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And I had a moment of all-encompassing love this city.

There’s a time for mourning, and the need for it has been too strong of late. But there have to times to celebrate, too. And when Boston decides to put on a party, it does it up right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Life Gives You Snow….

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The entrance to our yard. The snow’s so tall we’re considering tunneling to other locations.

Like lots and lots of snow—like over 75 inches of it—it’s difficult to look on the bright side. The city of Boston is struggling to keep moving, the venerable T is falling to pieces, and my small town seems to think it’s cool to dump a whole street’s worth of snow in our driveway.

Speaking of tunnels, we essentially have created one at the end of our driveway simply so we can leave the house.
Speaking of tunnels, we essentially have created one at the end of our driveway simply so we can leave the house.

So what’s a gal to do when nature provides a little more snow than is, strictly speaking, necessary? Since lemonade seems a tad too tropical under the circumstances, what are we left with? Snow cones? Ice pops? In an attempt to look on the bright side, I’ve been brainstorming ideas.

  1. It provides a great cardio-vascular work out. Sure, the gym is probably closed. And even if it it’s open, you can’t get to it. The good news is that a hearty work out is just outside your door. Break out that shovel and get your exercise. Bonus: Shoveling also allows you to leave your home and potentially reach the gym. Someday.
  1. It gives the kids an extended February vacation. Clearly not every part of this fair country has such a vacation, but here in good old Massachusetts—where February is kind of a bear—kids get a week off. And it’s coming next week. The children of eastern Massachusetts will be so rested after the snow days and vacation week that they’ll be chomping at the bit to learn, learn, learn when they get back to school.
  1. It’s pretty. I mean, the whole winter wonderland thing. It’s still kind of pretty. Sort of. Kind of. Isn’t it?

Okay, so maybe the snow is a bust. We’ve gotten more in the last 17 days that we have since 1920. And it just keeps coming. We’re scheduled to get another foot of it this weekend. So stay warm—and if you have any thoughts on how to make lemonade (because, in the end, it is a refreshing beverage after hours of shoveling) from insistent, snow-driven lemons, I’m all ears.

Even with the snow drifting away from it, the swingset is slowly being buried.
Even with the snow drifting away from it, the swingset is slowly getting buried.