As the BoMa Bloggers transition into a new world of cultural oddities and artistic mayhem, one of our lesser discussed genres, the fashion world, became the priority of today's adventure. The hearty bloggers traveled to the mystifying hamlet of Cambridge, where The Garment District and wonderfully convenient on-street parking awaited us.
The Garment District provided the bloggers with more shock and laughter then practical shopping, but nonetheless, the visit proved to be valuable, though the store is more thrift than department. Highlighting the trip was the dollar-a-pound section, which essentially is a giant pile of old, crappy and often body-fluid-stained clothes. Still, like any good nose-pick, there's treasure if you're willing to dig deep enough. After sifting through mounds and mounds of pounds and pounds of everything from sleeping bags to thongs (both in beach and undergarment form) to youth league soccer shirts, one particularly frugal blogger came away with several shirts for just $2. The store also included a fabulous costume section, where gladiator and Harry Potter costumes were fruitful, as well as a vintage section, featuring clothing from the '50s and other classic decades that seemed to have come just moments after the dinosaurs. While none of the offerings spoke to the bloggers (except one $35 suit that was later deemed unworthy due to the dirty tissue found in the pocket), the store is certain to tickle the fancy of some adventurous and economically conscious shoppers.
The day also included a stop at Whole Foods, where the bloggers enjoyed an outstanding meal from the salad and sushi bars. Though the food is often quite expensive and the security is excessive, it was just the pick-me-up the bloggers needed to examine the rest of Legacy Place, a hip, happening outdoor mall that offers everything from classy shopping to a movie theater and bowling alley.
To conclude the day, the Bloggers ventured to Chestnut Hill Cinema, where they were entranced by Iron Man 2. The film, though inevitably less riveting than the first, was the perfect cap to a brain-stretching day:
With less than 3 weeks remaining before the BoMa Blast-Off, the bloggers are beginning the final stages of their project. As they mentally prepare for all that awaits them, your courtesy and love, dear readers, is not only encouraged but rather is absolutely vital to their wellbeing. Remember to be kind and rewind. Be well, stay well, farewell.†
Down on Cyprus Avenue
ReplyDeleteWith a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
The cool night air like Shalimar
And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George
That's when you fall
Whoa, that's when you fall
Yeah, that's when you fall
When you fall into a trance
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books
You glance into the eyes of Madame George
And you think you found the bag
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
In the corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George
And then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says, Lord, have mercy I think it's the cops
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below
And you know you gotta go
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
And as you leave, the room is filled with music
Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
So cold, and as you're about to leave
She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
And the gloves to love, to love the gloves
To say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
In the backstreet, in the back street
Say goodbye to Madame George
In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
Down home, down home in the back street
Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Say goodbye to Madame George
And the loves to love to love the love
Say goodbye, ooo, mmm
Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
The love's to love, the love's to love, the love's to love
Say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train
Get on the train, the train, the train
This is the train, this is the train
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train, get on the train
Were you ACTUALLY in Cambridge again without telling me? You guys SUCK.
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